Don't use the N word

I'm a lady, like whoa
I could bring you to your knees

Sometimes he really underestimated her. It wasn’t as if she had failed them, gotten drunk instead of hunting when they needed food. She may not clean the house all that well, but then again, he did walk in and dump his coat on a stool instead of the hook, so arguably neither of them were tidy. Tidy seemed like a waste of time in a house too big for two kids anyway. They weren’t much more than that. Korbin, despite being grown, was still basically a kid. And it’s not like she was old.

Maybe she’d dumped too much on him once Erebor died, but in the end, she wasn’t sure what else she could have done. Either he helped or they didn’t make it. She couldn’t be everywhere at once. She couldn’t hunt and skin and dry the meat while still getting to the market or cleaning the house. If they’d had Erebor, then maybe their little brother could have stayed little for a while longer. But they didn’t, and she can wish all she wants, but it doesn’t change how their lives had unfolded.

She sighs slightly. ”We are also going to actually hire people. Do you know how much business this is bringing in for more people than just us?” It wasn’t just her involved, or just her and Korbin. There would be cooks and maids, people to run the inn. A little bit of hope for the people of Halo. ”Korbin, I want this to be fun for you. If it’s not, don’t be there then. I hope it’s something we can do together, but I’m not forcing you into this.” Once, he would have been onboard without all the jaded distrust. Now though? Now she barely recognizes him sometimes.

”What does he need to know of Halo, besides how to get booze here? And even then, once we get going, it may be a whole lot easier to start working with our own suppliers. There’s a girl at the Academy who’s offered to teach me how to make cider, even.” Which he knows she’ll do. She already makes stellar jerky; it is not a stretch to believe she would learn to make good booze. ”Besides, I constantly expect everyone to turn on me, but that doesn’t mean I can’t use their help when it is available. Fuck, Korbin, even you sometimes,” she says with a sigh, twirling the end of her braid around a finger. Particularly lately. Acting like she’d ditched him by having a life that he didn’t want to be a part of.

He pokes her again, and her grin widens as she pounces, attempting to push him over sideways and pin him beneath her with her knees. He may be bigger and stronger, but she was still the better fighter, and she could at least get a few good pokes in before he overpowered her.

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