The Last Heiress
It was about a week after we'd arrived at the keep that Dovette found me sitting on one of the walls, looking out over the mountains toward the northwest where the Scourge had gone.
"You're thinking too much," she said, settling beside me carefully. Her own injuries had largely healed, thanks to Mira's careful attention, though she still moved slowly on her right side where she'd been burned.
"Someone has to," I said.
"Corvin's already doing that. She's trying to figure out how to survive the winter, how to maintain this keep, how to gather information about the Scourge. You're allowed to just exist for a while."
I laughed, but it came out bitter. "Existing is what got my family killed. I sh