Bob had Freya lay her head on his shoulder as they sat on the ground with their backs to the wall. She was struggling to heal the sheer amount of damage she had to tank in the last fight. Bob could feel her temperature and Freya was on fire.
"I didn't think I would make it in time, but she guessed I would come and stalled it. She trusted me to deal with the situation, I guess, and I nearly got her killed." Leslie sighed, firing arrows at the dummy daggers, practising her accuracy, "If I was a bit faster with my shots…"
"You are reading too much into this. Besides, it's not like anyone else could have done it. If you or I had taken those blows, then we'd be dead. I am just glad it did not strike her heart." Bob sat in pause then narrowed his eyes, "I had gotten arrogant. If only I was a bit more careful."