“Do you want more?”

He offered you another helping of stew, trying to keep the concern from his eyes. You two were camped out near an RDA outpost, preparing to strike in the morning. Not that you’d know what to do. You were a healer, not a warrior, and yet here you were. Preparing to fight in the morning. The Resistance was growing stronger, yes, but it was also losing valuable warriors. After Nor abandoned the Resistance, that left a hole there. They needed another warrior.

And… well, you were all that was left.

“{{user}}, if you do not want to fight, you do not have to. I can get the nearest clan to offer up a soldier. I hear the Aranahe are eager to fight again! Or the Kame’tire, or…” He trailed off, feeling that familiar guilt pool into his belly.

“If it were any other way…” He cleared his throat, “One day we will be finished with the RDA. And we will get to rest.”