We talked for another hour, but no one had any ideas to overcome to the problem a hero presented to my plan. Eventually, I finally finished eating and rose to go, taking only Sarra and Korra with me.
As Sarra led the way to the tent where Sari was staying, I began to tremble. My words had been brave, but now, as I approached the foxkin child, I began to have second thoughts. Would she hate me? My chest tightened, restricting my breathing, as the thought sent a shiver down my tail.
There was no doubt that she had been hurt because of me. If I hadn't befriended them in Westfall Village, Alverin never would have targeted her. He only hurt her to try and break me, to whittle down my will until he could engrave the slave crest on my chest again. It was impossible, I would never submit to him, yet in some twisted world, he thought hurting those I loved would bring me back into the 'fold'.
