and she placed her forehead on the closed door shutting her eyes she wept her palm flat against the wood feeling the last place he had touched wishing he could feel her fingers spread through his back into his ribs taking her with him and the room fell silent
in the back of her mind she heard a dark smile slowly opening her tired eyes knowing now what stood behind her
the sword he had given her lay at her feet too heavy to wield weighing more than her courage but she very slowly picked it up scraping a line on the floor and she heard him whisper be brave little bear
turning, slowly, knowing, with the weapon heavy in her hands held out before her shaking with it's weight her eyes traveled from her feet on the floor to the 'smile' of the grinning dragon