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She glared at him "I sat there like a ninny and offered no help whatsoever--"

"Most wo me from my purpose" He tucked some stray strands of hair behind her ear "But not you You were stoic and brave"

"I was useless"

"Never" He stared into her eyes with adeous when she’d been anything but

The light rap on the door had thee bowl fro him He set the bowl on the table and picked up a towel

"Sit down," she ordered "I’ll see to your wound"

She expected hiled a chair nearer to hi the cloth into the ater, she gently lifted the hair froash He barely flinched

"It doesn’t look deep, but there’s so much blood," she said

"There always is with a wound to the face"

"Have you had ed

She pressed the cloth to the wound, hoping to staunch the flow of blood "Do you often brawl?"

"Not as often as I did in er, but I don’t back down froerous life"

He said nothing, and that was answer enough Walter had as well Before Tristan left England’s shores, she would have to end things per for his return, but it would be unbearable wondering if he would ever return He could be dead for years before word reached her

"Why would you choose it? This life you lead?"