LERRIN
He paced the tent, head spinning and stomach churning, waiting impatiently while she washed and dried the dishes, stacked them on the bench for the next day, then folded the towel and threw out the dirty water.
It wasn't until she returned to the tent from outside that she caught sight of him, still dressed and standing there, watching her.
"Are you in need?" she asked, surprised. "Can I help you so you can rest?"
"No, but I think I can help you," he rasped.
She looked down at the bowl in her hands, walked it back to the bench with the other dishes, then laid it down softly. "Lerrin, I am grateful you would wish to help me," she said without looking at him. "But… but this talking tonight has made me realize… I have been wrong."
He frowned. "How?"
