The world has stopped for moments unknown to me, my mind blank as I search for reasons that this day should end as it has. The crys of the wounded and dying are too much to bare and tears fall freely as I am without thought of how to ease them. I rise and aimlessly take steps towards the inn, but what comfort will from that... who may lurk there... did that beast still await me.

Cathal stirs and my eyes are drawn to him, where it any other woman I could understand... but she alone had captured my anger as no other had. The warrior nearest the Cean Catha is wounded and though we search each other for answers; none are to be had. He motions for me to help him and I can naught but obey his will.

My head bowed as to escape his face, I can not look upon him for our losses are similar and yet strange. We manage to get Brian to the healer's hut but its clear that there are many before him. I can do no good on the battle field... and drawn him man to her care has proven that I am weak for carrying them.

I offer myself to Flannery, I can assist her with instruction. It will keep my mind busy and the thought of escape out of my head. Cathal lingers shortly but I know he will go to his work. He has ever been steadfast... and his words have always been true to those actions.