I should have listened. I should have listened to him. I should have listened to my body. I should have stayed away from the wedding. I should have kept my girls closer. I should have at least kept my heavy armor on.
I should have chosen a more secure resting spot.
I should have shot the bastard on sight.
I'm going to heal, then resume the hunt. The Cult is moving again, Linthara's daughter was attacked and damn near killed. I don't have time to have a breakdown.
It's okay. I'm pretty fucking good at picking up the pieces by now. I just wish I was on good terms with a healer. At this point, though, Kiyo would probably decide I'm too weak and pathetic to so much as survey a sidewalk. Fuck him. I don't need some asshole declaring me unfit and unworthy of duty.
At least Fleetwing and my girls weren't harmed. Going to haul myself onto her back, find some clean water, and get myself cleaned up...then I'm going home to recover. I think they can spare me for a few days. I hope.
He was right, damn it. Who would have thought a madman would have more sense than a sane woman? My stubborn insistence on doing my duty landed me in this mess. My fault. I take the blame. I'll recover on my own.
After all, I've been through worse and survived. If you're not dead yet, there's still a chance, right?
Before I resume my duties, though, I'm going to kill that whoreson. Slowly. Very, very slowly.