Redsand Canyon You're just like an angel

The look on her face made his chest tighten just as it made his anger burn hotter. Aquene knew him. Somehow he knew who it was before the words left her mouth. He sat up too quickly and pulled his wounds in a way that took his breath for a moment. Dammit, he growled out both in pain and anger. The familiar knot of shame tightened in his chest. He came here and I was away being punished, he said, his voice softening. All because he couldn't control himself, he was away when Aquene needed him most. 

I will kill him myself if he comes back here, he told her, ice and venom in his words. I am sorry, Aquene, he followed softly. He had failed her this time, but never again. He would think about this any time he thought he might act rashly in response to his anger. 

His chest burned and throbbed and his shame battered his mind. It was too much to feel. He tried to get up and walk back to the furs but he stumbled a little on the way and fell to the ground half on the fur and half off. He was too tired and painful to fix it.