"Aye I do but.... we hath seen much, sister. It makes me feel that giving up is foolish. I do not want to give up.... if I could find a way to help you I wouldst."
She felt some of her anger bleed away.
"Mayhap we can fit thee with a prosthetic so thou can work the forge? I doth not know enough to be able to truly help thee but if there ist anything sister, you need only ask. I doth not want you you to sink into what the mortals call depression... a farmer wilt always be a framer, a sorcerer a sorcerer, and.... a warrior shouldst always be one. That ist what I think anyways. Perhaps I art an idealist."
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