Edol could only stand at the side of the room as he listened to the depressing conversation.
Willow begged for her leg to be kept.
Even if she had to face the overwhelming chances of death, she didn't want to lose more.
Nes and Weiss were on the opposite side of the argument, and unfortunately for Willow, they were the ones who would be making the final decision.
Willow was still a kid, and they weren't about to let someone they cared about throw their life away.
"Edol, please. Please help."
The Brit walked over to the side of the bed, setting his hand over hers.
"Willow… it's too dangerous to just leave it. I'm sorry, but what Nes and Weiss are saying is correct."
'The only way she could keep her leg is if there was a healer around… there were a lot of soldiers in Edain, both from Glory and Easthill, they might have one.'
Edol looked over at Nes.
