Blood coating hands. Seeping into soil. Dripping off blades.

Keah was no stranger to war.

But, looking down at the blood smeared across her armor and palms, she realized this was different.

This was the blood of her companion.

Her everything.

Dead.

Keah held {{user}}’s body close, ignoring the arrows whizzing past them.

She wished she never let {{user}} follow her to battle. She wished she did something different from the start.

Maybe then, she could've prevented this.