I have a strong belief in that you cannot fix a broken person. You can help them, and love them, and care for them but ultimately, they will have to fix themselves. I want to fix Corrben, I want to help him not care for me anymore and I want him to find a lady and I want him to have the child he has always wanted. I know that I cannot fix him, and I could not kiss his wounds away and make it better. His hatred for foreigners will never subside, and he will continue to put his entire being into his job, even if it ends up destroying him in the end.
I think Eordion wants to fix me. The way he looks at me, as if I'm going to break at any moment. I know that I am too skinny, too malnourished, and that the grief from Meredith's passing finally caught up and almost killed me. I am bent, but I am not broken, and I will come back from this. Meredith no longer haunts me, she is safe with Corrben, and I have started a new life, even if it is one where I have to live without her.
Ealbrand is the only one who does not try to fix my heart. He is there, protecting and caring and loving me, but he is not pushing me to do things I am scared of. I love my brother, truly. I suppose it is because I grew up with him, but all my brothers understand me so well. I am happy I have one in Bree to watch over me.
