Rhea sat by the moonlight, her hands tightly clasped together, her eyes downcast. Falko sat across from her, silent, waiting patiently as he always did. The weight of what had happened during the fight with the Hornguffler still hung heavily on her heart, and tonight, it was too much to keep inside.
"I was reckless," Rhea began softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "When I fought you back there... I wasn't myself. I should've been strong enough to resist, but instead, I... I turned against you. I nearly hurt you."
Falko watched her closely, his expression unreadable, but he didn't interrupt. He let her speak, let her get it all out.
"I was intoxicated by that thing's magic, but still, I shouldn't have lost control like that." She squeezed her hands tighter, her knuckles turning white. "I've prided myself on being able to protect you, all of you, but in that moment, I couldn't even protect myself from its influence."
