“It was for me,” Keriya muttered.
“Yes. My mistakes have caused you suffering,” the dragon admitted. “For that, I am also sorry. I understand there is nothing I can say that will make things right—”
“The truth would be a good starting point,” Keriya interjected, rising to her feet.
“I was being truthful when I said that everything I did, I did because I believed it would make Selaras better.”
“Yeah?” Keriya wasn’t in the mood to be charitable. Shivnath was hurting now, but Keriya had been hurting for two years. “How’d that work out for you?”
A sad smile twitched Shivnath’s scaly lips. “It didn’t.”
Keriya sighed. Shivnath’s mistakes had cost her—both of them—so much. She might not understand the god’s reasoning, but she could empathize with Shivnath’s regret. That weight pressing on o
