Part of her knew the chances of something similar happening in the future were slim, but they weren’t non existant. Freezing in the middle of a battle was a death sentence, and she was not one with a death wish. She ran a shaky hand through her hair as she made her way through the halls towards the quarter she shared with Gareth.
Ria felt concern across their bond and tried to send a bit of reassurance, but she was well and truly rattled. Reaching their quarters, Ria entered and closed the door behind her, leaning against it as she let go a shuddered breath. Before long, she realized her husband was drawing closer.
Letting go a heavy sigh, Ria pushed herself from the door and moved to the large window that looked out over the Tower grounds. Her panic affected not just her, but her husband, as it drew him away from the Infirmary. The Gaidin shook her head, disappointed in herself and what she saw as a moment of weakness.
Malina was right. . .Ria needed to talk it out. Not what happened in the Yards so much as what happened at the Citadel. What was there to say, though? She let a Trolloc get too close, and nearly died because of it. Shaking her head again, Ria leaned against the window sill as she heard the door open.
Part of her didn’t want to turn around. Another part of her needed her husband and the comfort of his arms. She didn’t often let herself feel or be vulnerable, but truth be told, she was more than a little vulnerable in that moment. She felt his concern, but it was also etched on his face. Crossing the room as he closed the door, she did her best to reassure him, “I am fine. . .physically fine, anyway.”