Svalin automatically frowned at the mention of someone else doing the fighting for her. It didn't sit well with her and it twisted her stomach up a bit.
She had never thought about a life where she couldn't fight and where she wouldn't die on the battlefield. Growing old and dying of old age left a very bitter taste in her mouth.
"Aye, he wouldst," she said. Her left hand curled into a fist. Anger welled up inside of her. She shouldn't need her brother or anyone to do any fighting for her. No one else should have to protect her family for her.
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