Elara was looking for the herbal ointment she usually applied on her bruises. Wallace had hurt her arm during their way back from the well and after that he had kicked her whole body for half an hour. She felt awfully miserable. Her previous meeting with Palvin had lowered her willpower. Her heart called for him to protect her, to feel safe without having to fight for it, without having to give something in return. He recalled of her former easy life but at the same time, she felt it had been a huge lie. The life she had been living for the last two years, despite the daily difficulties, felt so real, so authentic. Elara was lost in her thoughts when Trisha came into the stable.
“Let me help you” She took a clean cloth and bounded Elara’s wrist. “I’ve brought some dried meat, che
