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Despite his words, Sorcha continued to use her cloak to keep pressure on his wounds especially if he was going to be stubborn about not letting her walk. He was just hurting himself more, but that had always been one of the things she loved about him. Cadeyrn had always put everyone else above himself.

The gesture of wiping the blood from the side of her temple gave her pause. She’d almost forgotten about the wound. So much had happened since the warriors had returned and in a short amount of time. The feast, her dance, and the fight with the Romans by the forge. She fought against them as well as she could, but it was the battle she watched afterwards that made her forget about everything else.

There would be retribution against them.

I wish to go with you. She thought to herself as she looked up at him in the same moment he looked down at her. Her smile was much more sheepish than his own.

“As I am sure there is much you wish to know as well.”

She went silent as they neared the Druids’ section of the tribe and came to one of the healer’s homes. She was surprised that he still knew his way around or where people lived. Fifteen years had passed. The man was remarkable.

The Druid saw them and urged them inside. Sorcha waved him away from her. The warrior needed more help than she did. She sat back and watched him work, staring mostly at the mass that was her childhood friend. He was right, they had a lot to talk about, but she didn’t even know where to start.

“I… thank you for saving me.” While she still could have attacked them with her magic, she wasn’t sure if she could have fended all of them off. Had he not been there, she would have lost the battle she’d been fighting since she came of age.

She didn’t even have to ask if he liked his sword. She had seen it in the way he wielded it and the way he spoke as he named it. She only hoped she didn’t have to explain why it was so much better than any other sword the forge had ever produced.

And she didn’t need nor want to ask about how life had been after he’d been taken by the Romans. He had survived and returned home. Which only the present to talk about. She wasn’t sure how he would react to anything now. While he proved he was a Celt and loyal to his tribe, he had still been raised by the Romans from his teenage years into his manhood.

“What are your plans now that all the Romans in the tribe are gone?” He had listened to her when she told him not to kill their leader, so she was hoping that luck would continue and he would tell her things. Maybe then she could increase her chances of getting into that council meeting. His warriors hadn’t been in the tribe for fifteen years. They would need people there who had lived her. And she was hoping she could work herself into that group. She, even more than her father, knew of the other tribes from trading with them. Who better than to talk to them about their plans to defeat the Romans? They trusted her, not strangers.

“They will come for us once this spreads back to them. They are not kind in punishment either. If we are not strong enough to face them, they will kill all of us. Not just leave us as slaves to their empire as they did before.” She eluded to the last fight when the Romans came fifteen years when his father had been killed and he had been taken as their fighter. The day all of their lives had been changed forever.