A few days passed, and slowly, I began to feel like myself again. The dizziness faded. My strength returned in small pieces. Damon watched me closely through it all, hovering more than usual, but I could tell he was relieved when color finally returned to my face. One morning, after breakfast, I spoke my mind. “I want to visit the wives of the warriors who died,” I said gently. “They shouldn’t grieve alone.” Damon studied me for a long moment. “Only if you go with Aria,” he said firmly. Then added, “And Antonio.” I nodded. “That’s fair.” Arrangements were made quickly. Consolation gifts, food supplies, blankets, coin, and herbs were packed into the carriage. By midmorning, we left the pack house, Aria seated beside me, Antonio riding ahead. The visits were… heavy. One by one, the widows welcomed us into their homes, their faces drawn, their eyes hollow with loss. Some cried openly. Others spoke with frightening calm, as if the world had already ended for them. “He was everyth
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