@inquisitorofice ---> 2-6 Word Starters
It was Cullen, Cullen asking her if she was alright… Like he was a nice man… Pretending he was a nice man… He was a former Templar… He was dangerous… But she could not get rid of him… That left one option… Wrapping him around her finger so he would never be a danger to her…“No…” She let the distress enter her voice. “No, I’m afraid I can’t…” She tried to get up and stumbled.
“I see.”
The Commander raised an eyebrow when he caught the upset tone of her voice. If she could not cope with the pressuring pace of their tasks, if she could not keep her mind clear it was going to be a problem. Whatever she had on her hand, it was their only chance to survive. But a sword is a poor thing if you have no control over yourself. Cullen assumed she hadn't any vague rudiments of self-healing, so he stepped forward:
"I must carry you to the healer in our camp. It is clear you cannot fight any longer."