Ferona's eyebrows rose high. "Berek... it's not your job to save EVERYONE." She came forward and placed her hands on his shoulders. "You're just one person!"  And he was not a king. What could he do alone? He was trying to stave off a WAR? 

When he gave her the helpless look she sat down, her hand on his arm, turned toward him. Her fingers tensed when he suggested sending her away. She was thinking of the reception she'd gotten yesterday. She had only been standing there feeding Rose, not asking for any trouble! If those guys ever laid eyes on her again it would be the same... Well, perhaps not if they weren't willing to cross Berek. But if he wasn't with her, or anything happened to him... 

"If... we do that what do we do about the guys from yesterday?"