Silvertip Mountain I wonder if I've been changed in the night

He made a distinction between feeling fear and allowing it to make your decisions, one she hadn't made herself. It seemed it wasn't so black and white, which only added another layer to a subject she was only starting to understand. But one thing she could understand without doubt was that it would be an honor to die for the bear. Yes, she agreed out allowed. It would be.

Her eyes roamed over his scars as he told her how he had embraced the pain, laughed about it even. She decided it must feel very freeing to walk into war without fear, but with excitement. She felt some level of excitement, but mostly she had just been worried. How do you allow it not to touch you? she asked. It was hard to separate the mind from the body when in pain, and she was eager to learn his ways—to be better.