Re: Round 3 round up.
Eilieen glances up at Fergus, her grumpy frustration giving away to a sunny smile. "Oh, thank you Fergus. That would be most appreciated, most appreciated indeed." Embarassing, using her teeth of all things to help knot off a bandage but...needs must, she tells herself. "My thanks," she murmurs when he finishes, eyeing his injuries critically. "I shall do something about those pains, Fergus, when Zadastha sees fit to bless me again with her strength."
But a confession follows, and Eilieen sits back, face growing more serious. She brushes back an errant lock of hair as Fergus speaks - an automatic gesture, no more. "Oh dear." A quick glance around reveals no nearby listeners; a good thing, for she suspects Fergus would not have this broadcast to all and sundry.
The priestess lays a hand on the big man's shoulder. She doesn't know the right, logical words. She only knows her feelings, and his. With them, maybe Eilieen work her way through this dark forest of loss. "Fergus, it speaks well that you find this troubling; you are a good man. Yes, he was a very evil man, to do what he did to this poor family. Killing is not something to be taken lightly, for all lives have value. That was his terrible, terrible mistake: valuing his own selfish purpose above the lives of these poor people."
The young priestess smiles softly, a sorrowful cast to the expression. "One can hardly blame you for your temper, Fergus. Indeed, your rage was righteously aimed. You stopped this man from future evils. It is a sad thing that we needed to kill him - I would urge you to never lose that sadness upon taking a life, but I think you never will. And yet...had you not struck him we might well be dead, and he would have continued onward."
Touching his shoulder again, she points toward the sad little group of graves. "And the world would have seen more of those." The priestess sniffles once, emotion filling her again; shock, pain, sorrow for the dead, and sadness for poor Fergus, his innocence stripped away from him in a moment of brutality.
"I do not think your mother would speak poorly of you for this," she whispers, taking his arm and patting his wrist. "I am so sorry you had to kill a man, Fergus. So sorry he left you no choice."
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