39: When Words Fail
Alastair sits somewhat away from the rest of his companions during the midday rest, privately brooding. He hadn’t realized he was taking his anger out on Saoirse until it was too late, until he was thrust airborne by the blast of energy that came through her sword. If Myghal hadn’t taunted me… he thinks, but he knows he must bear at least part of the blame himself. Keeping his temper under control has never been one of his strong points. “Hey,” Myghal says to him, jolting him out of his sullen musings. “What do you want?” Alastair retorts, more rudely than he’d intended. “I…shouldn’t have said that to you earlier. About the mortal realm.” This is difficult for Myghal; he doesn’t easily admit he’s wrong, especially to the more prickly, Alastair-types of his acquaintance. “Oh.” Alastair
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