She is finally fast asleep, lost in dreams.
Pleasant ones I hope... she has already suffered too much. Her... wound... has been taken care off. It no longer bleeds nor it brings her pain.
Foolish woman... what have you brought onto yourself? Despite all of your pride and resistance... you are now half-way between your and my side.. I wonder if you even realize that.
I take my cloak, bloodied as it is and place i on the ground to sleep on it. Nobody will ask whose blood it is and I have seen to that those few that have seen me carrying her remain silent... though that bastard Crow will most likely blabber.
Perhaps I should kill him one of these days? He is an eyesore with his little plots and misdeeds. Just thinking of what he boasted to men about around the fire makes my insides boil. But I cannot... lest he orders it, for every man has a purpouse in his plans.
I let out a soft sigh as that problem crossess my mind.
Should he know? Should I keep it to myself?
What is... the right choice?
