Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-28358106-20180512013538

Tirush withdraws her hand reluctantly, her emotions swarming her mind. In a very short period she has gone from righteous rage to disgust, and now the swelling regret of having inadvertently harmed someone her husband valued as a friend made her choke. Her heart pounded with sorrow and regret for what she had done, but she wasn't aware that her feelings---and her judgement---were being manipulated by the land they found themselves in. She was far from lost, but slowly, the wretchedness of this dismal valley, with its trappings of death and decay, were etching themselves into her mind, and she was making snap decisions based off of her hatred of the place and her feelings of increasing helplessness.

She continues to follow alongside Jorge, trying not to touch him again, her face pained. Her voice, though low, cracks a little with emotion.

"I can smell none of them any longer.  If they linger, it is not here.  Please, ken'dhov...it...was my flame, and I may undo a part of its hurt.  I do not know the bright flame that heals, as Danthe does, but my spirit can perhaps ease the hurt.  Let me try, if just a little, until I can again make amends for this that I have done to you."