As Syrioh layed in bed next to his wife, Ellsa, he leaned up and sat down. His right hand reached up to pat his bandaged left shoulder.
He thought about the fight, he thought about a lot of things. What he should have done, what he could have done. What he shouldn't have done. And then he began thinking about what happend around him. And a few specific things that popped into his mind stayed.
The first, was Ellsa slapping and yelling at Ulhandir in his defence, in her husband's defence. This made him smile, and he peered over at her, and only smiled wider. But then he continued thinking.
The next one was Burlnard standing next to his wife during the fight, a small thing, but if something went side-ways during the fight, Burlnard would have been there to stop it. Syrioh liked that. He could rely on someone. Not something he'd kept in mind when he decided to live in Bree.
The last one, the last thing that stuck in his head was Ulhandir knocking Ellsa's hand away when she tried to get him away. Even now, after he'd taken his rage out, after he'd carved a ''S'' into the man's jaw, after all that. It angered him. This made him think... though, he stopped thinking. Once he came to this conclusion, he leaned back down to sleep again.
No one was going to touch his wife. No one is going to hurt her. And damn it. He was sure of that.
