The Healing Process

Rache didn't know what else to do, and so she sat in the tent.

She couldn't bring herself to leave again.

Not when he was still recovering from the Direwolf's attack. It wasn't that she felt like she owed him for risking his life for hers, but...

She didn't want to risk his life.

She didn't want him to die from infection or illness or something else like that because he tried to do something and injured himself further when she could have simply done it for him.

She wasn't so petty that she'd wish for that.

Even if she said otherwise.

In some small way....

She at least justified it by how disgruntled Donncahd was with anything she did to help him.

Like...

Helping ensure he survived was...

A sort of defiance itself.

Maybe.

It didn't matter if it wasn't.

It didn't make her happy to see him in pain or struggling. It wasn't a satisfying thing for her.