Egfor sat up and pushed himself to stand. He lost track of how many times he had done so. He stubbornly pulled Dem's pain back onto himself. This was his repentance. He needed to suffer for causing this. He was the least injured. He should have been the most injured. He winces, touching his shoulder.
Alright, he was a little injured, a bit burned, but it was trivial. He ignored it and did not tell any about it. It should recover soon enough. He started to pace once more, round and round Arrygg's house, likely driving her insane. He was surprised there wasn't furrows in the stone from his pacing. His guilt was even more overbearing and heavier now that they got back and were recovering. He could not bring himself to be calmed by Dem's words. Dem was hurt because of him. Thorbeck was seriously injured because of him. What would the others think back home?
Egfor stuffed his complex emotions back down his throat and swallowed them as he continued restlessly pacing. How he wished he could snap his fingers and mend everyone and right everything. Round and round this room, going to the next, round and round once more. He was weary and tired, but did not allow himself to rest. If he rested, Dem would feel pain once more, pain from injuries that Egfor should bear.
