It seemed like a small concession in that moment - she had won the brawl against Sandsfern, won the argument against Tristan - but it felt agonizing nonetheless. Robena slumped into a chair and grasped a tankard so tight that her armoured fingers left dents in the metal handle. She had been an avalanche of willpower and intent, all driving relentlessly towards a single objective. And now she had to stop. And wait. And [i]consider[/i]. Rather than crashing stone she was the poor devil holding the sheer weight of it back and drowning under thoughts like [i]can I, should I, what if I.[/i]

No! The one thing that she cannot do is nothing! And yet that is where she is trapped.

"You," she said to Sandsfern - another thing that should have been buried under the avalanche. "look... well."

Bloodless Xristos, was she really going to have to deal with this impossibility [i]now[/i]?