[ I did something. His concern only grows—there are shadows under her eyes, a distracted tension in her shoulders—but he nods. It's not only about what she may have done. It's also about who might have seen, what's been left behind. But those are questions he puts away for now. Whatever it may be, he knows they'll...
Take care of it. The most important part is that she remains safe.
He sits down with her by the training posts, the snow falling gently around them. A familiar piece of their old home. (Sometimes, he does wish he can still talk to Vesemir. Even after everything—there aren't many he would turn to for advice. And more and more these days, it feels as though he needs it.)
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Take care of it. The most important part is that she remains safe.
He sits down with her by the training posts, the snow falling gently around them. A familiar piece of their old home. (Sometimes, he does wish he can still talk to Vesemir. Even after everything—there aren't many he would turn to for advice. And more and more these days, it feels as though he needs it.)
He leans forward. ] Tell me what happened.