Galene listened intently, her mind absorbing the old man's words. She had always been proud of her strength and her ability to make tough decisions, but she also knew that her emotions could sometimes get the better of her.
"You're right," she admitted, her voice thoughtful. "I have struggled with that, especially since Hila's death. I feel the weight of my people's hopes and fears, and sometimes it's overwhelming."
The old man nodded in understanding. "It is a heavy burden to bear," he acknowledged. "But it is also a testament to your compassion, your love for your people. Do not let their fears consume you, Galene. Use your strength and your wisdom to guide them, to inspire them. Show them that even in the darkest of times, there is still hope."
His words resonated with Galene, filling her with a renewed sense of purpose. She looked at the old man, her gaze filled with gratitude. "Thank you," she said, her voice sincere. "Your words have given me strength."
