"I'm fine," Lisbeth said, refusing to meet Phoebe's eye for a moment. "I'm needed now. I'm an archer. I'm good at it. Okay, sure, sometimes my lungs act up. Doesn't mean I can't serve a purpose."
She helped set out some more lettuce, throwing it down to the ground perhaps a bit harder than she needed to.
"Helping when the war ends is great and all, but a lot of people will die between now and then. One more soldier on the battlefield will mean one more person protecting the people of Stormbreak from the Ascended and their ilk. One more person standing in the way of the heathens that defy the will of the Old Gods...the True Gods."
She finally met Phoebe's eye, her earlier blush fading, replaced with a firmly set jaw. "We need all the boots on the ground that we can get. The survivors can worry about rebuilding after we keep them alive."
She helped set out some more lettuce, throwing it down to the ground perhaps a bit harder than she needed to.
"Helping when the war ends is great and all, but a lot of people will die between now and then. One more soldier on the battlefield will mean one more person protecting the people of Stormbreak from the Ascended and their ilk. One more person standing in the way of the heathens that defy the will of the Old Gods...the True Gods."
She finally met Phoebe's eye, her earlier blush fading, replaced with a firmly set jaw. "We need all the boots on the ground that we can get. The survivors can worry about rebuilding after we keep them alive."
