She couldn't grant immortality. Robert had asked this of her, and she
knew she could give no such thing, yet she'd made no real effort to tell him otherwise.
It had been so nice, in the short time it lasted, to know that she was inspiring fortitude and bravery between them. She was weak and frail and far behind most of the other apprentices in physical aptitude, but she'd done something meaningful - or
thought she had - and had recklessly prioritized that feeling over Robert's life.
Mouth agape in horror over what her shameful, selfish negligence caused, she dropped everything she'd been carrying and stood over him, hands held helplessly above his body. She turned to look at Dillon, frozen with indecision, and of everything she wanted to say, all that came out was a choked "I..."
QUEST STATUS
Food remaining: 39
YOUR HP: 20
Quote:
Rolling a 5: Your horse gives up on you, running away. Every turn you take, you must subtract another additional 5 food from the caravan.
