[ The serious gaze has her frozen, like a deer caught in the headlights and whatever protest that has been so quick to come to her lips over the last several weeks catches in her throat.

Ever since they had returned to Nocwich with everyone accounted for, the worry had been overrun by survivor's guilt. The feeling had stirred early weeks of the Summoned being taken, all revolving around how it would have been better if she had been taken because both men had far more to contribute than she did, at least in her mind. The feeling had been drowned out by weariness and a plethora of other emotions, but apparently with those things waning, feels like it had the authority to come back in full force.

Eventually she finds her voice, however reluctant it is. ]

I still feel like it needs to be said. There was nothing I could do to make you feel better, so the only thing I can do now is make sure that I make up for that now.