She'd heard many times that death made a person want to feel alive, but that it was wrong. Death only made her want to die too. When he came to her, Kiara fell into him, burying her face into his shoulder. It didn't matter that she was making a fool of herself. No one was around to see but him, and she had saved his life. He owed her at least this much. To just be there for her when she had no one else to go to.

Relief filled her when she felt her feet leave the ground. Everything hurt and for a moment she wished she was as numb as she had felt just after she had shot that arrow. She barely moved as he carried her to the tent and slowly settled down with her. Her ears were muffled, she could barely make out his words. It took all of her concentration, and then her blood was boiling. She pushed him away as hard as she possibly could.

It didn't matter that her body hurt, that her [i]heart[/i] hurt. Kiara could not stand what he had said. Her voice was loud, or she thought it was, as she spoke. "Amazing? You think that's amazing?" It felt as if she were screaming at him, her eyes watering once more. "Taking a life is not amazing! It's horrible, terrible! It shouldn't have happened!" She could barely stand to look at Ostus after this. "It's your fault! Why? Why did they die for you?"

And it was true. Kiara had not been able to kill them to protect herself, but to protect him... she had not even hesitated, had not even thought of what she was doing. It was instinct. If he had not been here, she could have incapacitated them and gotten away. Or maybe she would have died, but what was one life for two? Why was she more important than the two men that had lost their lives because of her? Because of [i]him[/i]

"Stay away from me! I don't need your help! I don't want it!" By now the tears were streaming down her face, and she knew she was lying. Kiara wanted him to stay wanted to know she was not alone if only for these few moments. But there were other things to think about. Logically, she knew it wasn't his fault, but it did not change the horrible guilt that she felt. More than that, if she allowed him to tend to her wounds, he would see her secret. The only one she needed to keep.