Watching her is difficult sometimes. She is distressed. Worried. There should be something more I could do for her. But she has to deal with her own problems. The most I can do is sit with her. I like to think it helps sometimes.
I have my own problems. That halfling Spite had chosen was reckless. He could cause the destruction of so much, but I see his potential. He needed to learn his own abilities and learn to control his compulsions. Maybe I should talk to Spite. Not that we agree on much. But maybe he could understand the need to shape his halfling. Teach him to think before acting.
Perhaps if that were to happen they could solve the other’s problem. He doesn’t have a soul and I can feel it. I can feel how empty he is without it. Without that compassion and love of life. I know they both feel it.