Sometimes, we do what we must for those we love. The weight they carry, we lift. If we cannot lift it alone, we share. This is what D.A. diligently (if sometimes bluntly) tells me to do with my own troubles.
More was destroyed by the Lich King than cities and lives. My beloved tried to restore what was lost, but the attack, now over a year ago, interrupted the recovery. I cannot mend it all. But I will bend my body until it breaks, if it would help.
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