The Villain's Hero
“Something is wrong with me that I cannot do this.”
“There is nothing wrong with you, Tarragon,” I gestured to Aien, and he took the jug from her hand, whilst I encouraged her to her feet. “There is absolutely nothing wrong with you Tarra,” I repeated. “You are strong, fierce, and brave. Noble, valiant, and courageous.”
“Our brothers were hurt because of me.” She leaned her cheek against the top of my head, and leaned her weight on me, staggering slightly. Exhausted, I realized and injured herself. “Oh, Daethie… Caraway…”