Chapter B4C55 - Heart of Gold
Worthy Steelarm had never felt so tired. He was stronger than he’d ever been in his life, much more powerful than when he was an active Slayer, but even so, he felt an exhaustion that went down to his bones. It had started ever since Tyron went missing, and had really set in when he’d heard the boy was dead. Ever since, it had grown, like a sickness for which he had no cure, and even this rebellion wasn’t enough to fully shake the malaise.
“Sit down for a minute, Wor,” Meg said, stepping beside him and rubbing at his shoulder. “All this pacing isn’t going to help.”
Nothing was going to help, and they both knew it, but Worthy didn’t say anything. His wife was suffering just as much as he was, if not more. She hadn’t known Magnin and Beory all that well, but Tyron was like a son to her. His ‘death’ had been devastating, and learning he was alive and killing himself somewhere far from her hadn’t helped.
“I will,” he promised, reaching up and clasping her hand with his own. “I just need to speak to Rurin first, then I’ll be back. Are you cooking for the camp tonight?”
“I’ve got a beef stew over the fire.”
“With potatoes?”
“Of course with potatoes.”
“Have I ever told you I love you, Meg?”
“Only every day.”