Brendan considered, holding his hand over his head to shield his face from the rain. “Aye, Mistress, but it’s just a bit of a hut or two. Abandoned, this time of year.”
Xena could feel her knees starting to give way. “Well.” She managed to keep a normal tone in her voice. “It’s better than where we are, and I…” Her vision started to tunnel. “I think I…”
“Xena?” Gabrielle’s voice cut through the fuzziness. “Are you okay?”
“No.” The queen replied faintly, just as the tunnel collapsed and so did she, slumping against the rock and almost falling to the ground if Gabrielle hadn’t had a good hold on her.
Brendan grabbed the queen’s shoulders, as Gabrielle held on for dear life. “I think we better get to that hut place.” The girl said. “Really fast.” She looked at Xena, seeing the paleness to her skin even in the shaky light. “Oh gods.”
“We can go that way, Bren.” One of the men standing next to him pointed. “Down the hill there, and once we’re in that shadow, it’ll be better.”
“Aye. Got a cloak here, let’s get her Majesty covered.” One of the servants said. “If we walk close, we c’n keep the rain off ‘er.”
Bodies clustered around, ignoring the rain, focusing on Xena. Gabrielle found a moment to wish the queen had been awake, to see the effort, and the concern in eyes usually turned on her in fear or wariness.
“Let’s go.” One of Brandon’s lieutenants brought a spear over. They draped the cloak over it, and tied the ends to four other pikes, and made as much of a shelter as they were going to be able to. Six men linked arms, and Brandon and two others gently laid Xena’s limp form on top of them and with their makeshift covering, they started off down the slope.
Gabrielle followed close behind them, in a cluster of bodies that closed in around her. Everyone linked arms together and even the force of the rain was futile to stop their progress.
“We’ll be all right.” One of the women told her. “And ‘twill make a fine tale for ye to tell, won’t it, girl?”
Gabrielle exhaled, trying to shift the weight of worry laying across her shoulders like a mantle. “It sure will.” She replied, her eyes never leaving the pale, still face under the cloak. “So long as it has a happy ending.”
**
Xena woke in dire confusion, staring at the unfamiliar surroundings for a long, heartstopping moment before Gabrielle stepped between her and the firepit and knelt down beside her. “Ah.” She whispered weakly, her fingers recognizing the feel of rough furs beneath her. “Wh..”
“It’s okay.” Gabrielle told her. “We’re in those huts you told us about. It’s…um..” She turned her head and regarded the crude interior. “Not much, but we patched most of the holes in the roof so it’s mostly dry.”
“Mm.” Xena looked past her, to see vaguely moving bodies beyond the firepit. “How long?” She asked, “Was I out?”
The girl looked steadily at her, brow tensed. “Too long. You scared me.”
A queenly eyebrow twitched. “Hmm.”
Gabrielle shifted, taking the cloth she had in her hand and wiping Xena’s forehead with it. “Brendan is getting of list of the things we have and all that stuff.” She said. “Is there anything you want.. anything you can take for what’s hurting you?”
Xena shook her head, just a bit. “No.” She murmured. “Got my brains rattled.” She lifted her hand and touched the side of her skull, near her ear. “Damage is all in there. Nothing you can take. Nothing you can do. Just gotta hope it all works out.”
“Oh.”
“Lying down in a nice soft bed for a few days helps.” Xena added, with a faint, wry glance at her surroundings. “You’re not supposed to move around or do a lot.”
Gabrielle bit the inside of her lip, not entirely sure if Xena was being serious, or not. “Really?”
“Really.” The queen said. “But I’ve usually had it happen in the middle of battle, so I never tested the theory.” She rolled over and looked up at the thatched roof. Her nostrils flared. “Bet there’s spiders up there.”
“No there aren’t.” Gabrielle replied unexpectedly. “I checked.”
Xena turned her head and looked at her. “You did?”
The girl nodded. “There was a mouse, but I didn’t think that counted so I left him.”
The queen’s lips twitched, then moved into a faint smile. Then she glanced past Gabrielle at the rest of the huts inhabitants. Most of them were her men, but a few were servants from the stronghold. All were busy with some task, and as she watched them she realized there was none of the usual uneasy fear she always felt around her even from the soldiers she led.
It was an unexpectedly pleasant change, especially since she felt so sick at the moment she really wasn’t in the mood for acting properly dogmatic and queenly. Xena exhaled. She didn’t even feel like killing anyone.
Pathetic.
“Would you like some crackers and cheese?” Gabrielle asked. “We’ve got some.”
Xena’s nose wrinkled expressively.
“It’s not that bad.”
“Just water.” The queen replied. “Anything else is just gonna end up on the floor anyway.” She watched quietly as Gabrielle stood and picked up a cup, walking to the door and opening it to extend her hand out into the rain. “Definitely won’t be poisoned, unless the gods really have it in for me.”
“Mistress?” Brendan came over. “Did you need something?”
Xena considered the question. “No.” She replied. “I’m fine. Tell everyone to rest as much as they can till this damn weather stops.”
“Aye.”
“Then we’ll head home.”
“Aye.” Brendan repeated. “Rest easy, Mistress. We’ll take care of ye.” He told her, with a serious expression.
Xena lifted her eyebrows at him, but at that moment Gabrielle returned with her cup and she had to concentrate on sitting up to receive it’s contents. Brendan, she decided, would have to be dealt with later about this ‘taking care of’ stuff.
She was perfectly capable of taking care of herself.
Gabrielle slipped an arm around her shoulders and lifted the cup to her lips.
Well. The queen conceded. Except when it was far more pleasant to let someone else do it. But that was a totally different story. Xena’s brow creased a trifle. Wasn’t it?
Hmm.
**
The ground was uncomfortable. It was dirt, its surface lumpy from years and years of hard boots and careless kicking. The bit of straw and thin blanket Gabrielle had scrounged for herself didn’t make it much better, but she wouldn’t have traded her spot next to Xena’s pallet for anything.
Not even the plush, down stuffed bed in the queen’s chambers.
The rain was still coming down outside, but with the fire and some luck they’d gotten most of their things dried out. Everyone had pooled their supplies, and what they’d found was better than they’d expected.
Someone, Gabrielle had been surprised to find, had even grabbed her stick and brought it along. It was tucked in back of her right now, under the pallet out of the way. There had been enough in the sacks for everyone to get a rough, odd lot meal, and with the help of an old, dented pot the remainders were being simmered into a stewy soup to add to it.
Gabrielle was sitting on her little bit of a nest, her legs crossed under her and a cup of warmed water in her hands. She had her boots off, and they were drying next to Xena’s near the foot of the pallet; she’d brushed the leather of them clean of caked mud and gotten Xena’s gear as neat and tidy as the situation allowed.
She didn’t really think Xena cared about that right at the moment, but she knew the queen would care, and more to the point, *she* cared. Not just because Xena was the queen, and she was her….
Gabrielle folded her hands around her upraised knee, and gazed into the firepit. What exactly was she now, anyway? Xena had freed her… hadn’t she? Even though she’d burned the parchment up, the queen’s intent had been very clear.
So, if she wasn’t Xena’s body servant, what was she? Her consort? That’s what Xena had called her a few times, but Gabrielle wrinkled her nose up at the term. She didn’t really feel like a consort.Embarassingly enough, she actually sort of liked when Xena called her a saucy little love slave, but…
“Well poop.” Gabrielle finally had to laugh at herself. “Find something really important to worry about, okay?” She leaned back against the edge of the queen’s pallet, and turned to watch the faint twitches of Xena’s face as she slept.
There. That was something more important. Gabrielle reached over and pulled the tattered fur a little further up and tucked it’s end in over the queen’s shoulder. She’d gotten most of Xena’s clothing off, and found beneath it not only bruises but two bad cuts, the blood from them stiffening her undergarments to a lurid rust.
Further rummaging had turned up some small strips of linen she could use as bandages, and she’d cleaned the cuts off as best she could before she carefully covered them. They had no needles, and nothing for her to sew them up with, so she could only hope the bandages would let them heal given enough time.
She wondered why Xena hadn’t mentioned them. It wasn’t something you could just forget about. At least Gabrielle didn’t think you could forget about something like that, but then again, she really didn’t have much experience in sword gashes so who really knew?
Who really knew? Gabrielle curled her fingers around the hand Xena had left outside the covers and felt, even in her sleep, the tightening in response to her touch.
After a moment, though. Xena’s eyes opened, and she regarded Gabrielle sleepily. “Did you take my clothes off?”
Unexpectedly, Gabrielle blushed. “Yes.”
“And you let me sleep through it? Bad girl. No baklava for you.” Xena burred softly. “How’s it going?” She shifted her body a little, looking past Gabrielle. “Still raining, eh?”
Gabrielle held her cup closer, as she saw the queen lick dry lips. “I think we’re doing okay.” She watched Xena slowly ease up onto one elbow and take a sip. “We’ve got some soup on… do you think you could drink a little?”
Xena put her head back down, and rested her chin on her wrist. “Maybe.” She answered, after a little silence. “What is it? You’re not boiling my boot in there, are ya?” Her voice cracked slightly on the last word, and she frowned. “Eh. World’s not ready for me to go through the changes again, that’s for sure.”
Gabrielle stifled a giggle. “You sound like you’re feeling better.”
The queen shrugged one shoulder. “I don’t feel worse.” She reached out and caught a bit of Gabrielle’s hair, giving it a small tug. “You tied me up.”
“I put something on those big cuts, is that what you mean?”
Xena nodded. “Lot of blood?”
The girl nodded in her turn.
“Ah.” Xena turned slightly, and reached down under the covers, exploring the bandages. Then she settled back down half on her stomach, half on her side. The fur slipped a bit, exposing one bare shoulder and she paused to examine the bruise that covered most of it. “Hm.”
Gabrielle touched the spot, brushing her fingertips over the rounded surface. “That must hurt.”
“It doesn’t.” Xena answered. “You don’t think about it when you’re fighting. Sometimes, you don’t think about it after.” She flexed her hand, watching the muscle move under her skin. “I guess it does hurt, you just don’t pay attention to it.”
Slowly, Gabrielle leaned over and kissed the spot.. Then she laid her cheek on it, and just looked at Xena, expressing with her eyes something she didn’t yet have words for.
Xena smiled back at her, as though for a moment they were the only people in the room. Then she felt the stares all around her and shifted her gaze, letting her eyes go steely as she swept them around the room.
For some damn reason, everyone smiled back at her. Xena emitted a tiny snort of outrage. She debated getting up and hitting someone, then realized doing it naked would probably make more of an impact than she was really looking for.
One of the women near the firepit stood, and walked over to her, bearing a rough wooden bowl. She knelt at the side of the pallet and offered it. “Mistress, tis not much, but it’s hot.”
Xena eyed the steam coming off it. She looked over the bowl at the woman, a middle aged servant whose name she doubted she’d ever known.
No, wait. Xena’s lashes flickered closed, then open. “Thanks, Mariah.” She said, in a quiet tone.
The woman had averted her eyes, but now she looked up and they widened, an expression of surprised pleasure spreading over her face.
“Give it over to Gabrielle… we’ll share it.” Xena continued.
“Aye, Mistress.” Mariah handed the bowl over and got to her feet, pausing to curtsey before she backed away. She was still smiling as she joined a group of servants sitting next to the firepit, and her smile increased as their heads bent towards her with eager whispers.
Gabrielle gave the bowl an investigative sniff, then picked up the spoon and stirred it’s contents. She looked over at Xena, only to find the queen looking back at her with a half smile. “I think you just made her day.” She murmured.
“Mm.” The queen grunted. “Should I sit up and make everyone else’s day?” She inquired, with a faintly mischevious glint in her eye.
“Xena.” Gabrielle smothered a laugh.
“Yeeess, Gabrielle?” The queen rumbled. “You’re not spoon feeding me, so either I sit up, or you find some other way to get that soup in my mouth.”
Hm. The girl studied the soup with a serious expression for a long moment. Then she picked up the spoon and put it’s contents into her mouth. Her head lifted, and she looked at Xena, putting the bowl down before she eased up onto her knees and leaned over the queen, touching their lips together.
Too surprised to do anything else, Xena opened her mouth and received both a warm splash of liquid and shyly exploring tongue. She quickly swallowed the soup, getting rid of it so she could concentrate on the latter, one hand slipping up to curl around Gabrielle’s neck and pull her closer.
Screw the soup. Xena felt her body react, easing aside the discomfort as a surge of passion replaced it. They finally had to pause to breath, and she released Gabrielle, meeting her eyes as the girl straightened slightly. “Woulda been less shocking if I’d just showed em my chest.”
Gabrielle took a breath, and turned beet red.
“Now you’re gonna have to convince em they’re not gonna go blind.”
“S..sorry.”
“I’m not.” Xena managed a weak chuckle. “Where’s my soup? I’m starving to death here.”
Gabrielle wondered what on earth had come over her. Then she caught the half-lidded, seductive look coming her way from the queen and decided getting her a shirt would probably be a really, really good idea.
Except that meant she had to turn around and face the room so she could get to their stuff. Gabrielle could almost feel the eyeballs plastered to her back, and she gave Xena a beseeching look.
The queen’s eyes twinkled.
Gabrielle girded her loins, and got up, glad the dim interior would mask her flush. She turned and headed for the bags in the corner, only half seeing the smiles that followed her.
Xena relaxed on her pallet, regarding the room benignly. It was very quiet.
Too quiet. “It’s damn good to be the queen, huh?” She remarked aloud. “You should see what she can do with fruit.”
It was hard to say, in that light, which one of the lot of them was the darkest color red. Satisfied with her troublemaking for the moment, Xena put her head back down on her arm, and closed her eyes.
**
At last it stopped raining. Gabrielle had gotten up to stretch the cramps out of her legs from her uncomfortable position and noticed the silence. She carefully tiptoed through the haphazardly sleeping bodies on the ground around her and poked her head out the door.
The guard outside turned to her immediately, then relaxed as he recognized her. “M’lady.”
“Hi.” Gabrielle whispered. “Boy, look at those stars!” She eased outside and tipped her head back, seeing a midnight blue sky cleared of all clouds exploding with pinpoints of light. The air had cleared as well, and it was cold and sharp in her lungs as she took a breath of it.
“Aye, tis beautiful.” The guard agreed. “Glad I was to see em, too, after all that wet.”
“I bet.” Gabrielle smiled. “Oh look!” Two streaks of light zipped over their heads, disappearing in the blink of an eye. “That’s a great sign. I bet things are going to work out a lot better now.”
The guard chuckled, then cleared his throat. “How’s her Majesty doing?”
Hm. Good question. “I think…”Gabrielle considered carefully. “I think she’s going to be okay. I think she was feeling better before we all went to sleep.”
The man nodded. “She’s a tough, tough woman.” He said. “Take more’n that lot to put her down long.”
Gabrielle leaned against the wood of the door jamb, it’s rough surface pressing into the skin on her shoulder just a little. “You were with her before?”
He didn’t even have to ask her before what. “Sure.” He leaned next to her. “I joined up with her when I was sixteen. Hadn’t clue what I was doing.” He smiled a little, the motion pulling at a long, jagged scar that went from the corner of his left eye down to his jawline. “Lucky I lasted the first moon.”
“What made you leave home?”
He folded his arms, and exhaled. “Fourth son.” He looked at her, with a wry expression. “I didn’t want to spend my life dirt diggin.”
“Mm.” Gabrielle wondered, briefly, and for the first time what her future would have been if the slavers hadn’t taken her and burned the village. A life with the sheep herd? Or an arranged marriage to that pig friend of her father’s who wanted her since his first wife had died? “Yeah, I know what you mean.” She told the guard. “I always used to sit at my window at night and look out at the world, wondering what was out there, and if I’d ever get to see any of it.”
“Ever think of just leaving?”
Gabrielle nodded. “I was afraid.” She looked at the guard. “I was afraid of what would happen if I got caught.”
“Ah.” The man grunted. “Different for girls.”
“Yeah.” She agreed. “I think that makes Xena extra special.”
The guard chuckled again. “Lass, more’n that makes her special. I talked to some of them pigheads as was with Bregos, and what twisted their… ah… what made em so mad was her being a woman.”
“I thought so.” Gabrielle nodded. “I think that’s a lot of the problem. The men are used to being in charge. She sort of throws that over, because if she can be in charge, why couldn’t any of the other women?”
The man thought about that for a minute, his face mostly in shadow. He was fairly young, and had hair that was more or less the same shade as hers. “Aye, maybe.” He finally murmured. “Every time we got in a new lad, back in the old days, first thing she’d do is beat the pride out of im. Kept things orderly, like.”
Gabrielle nodded again. “I wondered, at first, why she was always so violent. Now…” She exhaled. “I think I understand why. She had to be.”
“Aye.” The man agreed with her. “But them silk types… they don’t respect ‘er. Don’t respect us. Not sure if it’s her being a woman, or us just being a bunch of dirt grubber’s what taken their land over.”
Gabrielle sighed. “Yeah.”
“An she let em set her up in that tower, way from us.” The guard continued. “All she had was herself, after t’lad got kilt.”
“Lyceus? Her brother?”
“Aye.” He said. “All alone up there, nobody to trust. Musta gotten her half mad.” Now he smiled. “You done brought her back to us.”
Gabrielle looked at him in surprise. “I did?”
“You did.” A new voice broke in. They both turned to see Brendan standing just behind Gabrielle, his weathered face creased in a gentle smile. “And we thank ye for it, little one.”
She looked up at the stars, then back at them. “I just want her to be happy.”
There was a little, awkward silence between them. Gabrielle pressed her lips together, and then she turned and slipped back inside the hut, making her way back to the queen’s bedside.
With a slight sigh, she sat back down on her thin blanket, setting her bare feet on the earthen floor and leaning her back against the edge of the pallet. She rested her elbows on her upraised knees and wondered if it was worth trying to fall back asleep.
There were still hours before dawn, she could tell by the sky, but the ground was so uncomfortable it was very hard for her to find a place for herself that would allow her to relax. With a sigh, she put her chin down on her wrists.
A fingertip touched her back, and traced a line all the way up to the nape of her neck. Gabrielle turned her head and peered over her shoulder, not surprised to find Xena’s half open eyes watching her. “Hi.”
“Hi.” Xena’s voice was soft and husky.
“Rain stopped.”
A faint twinkle appeared. “Great. Get everyone up. We’re leaving.”
Gabrielle blinked in dismay, looking around at the sleeping forms around them. “Ah.. w…”
“Gotcha.” The queen half grinned. “Just kidding.”
Someday, she’d learn. Gabrielle returned the grin, feeling more than a touch relieved. Even if she couldn’t sleep, she really didn’t want to jump up and start marching, either. Her body was tired, sore from the long night’s crouching at the queen’s bedside and besides, she really didn’t think everyone else would appreciate it either. “You’re so funny sometimes.”
“Am I?” Xena reached a hand out from under her furs and touched the side of Gabrielle’s face. “Cold out there?”
Gabrielle nodded. “No more rain, but it’s pretty chilly.” She rubbed her hands over her upper arms. “Glad we’ve got a fire in here.”
The pale blue eyes studied her for a moment. “Know what I think?”
“Hm?” Gabrielle half turned, so she could be closer. “What?”
“I think I need a fire in here.” Xena pulled the furs back and patted the meager surface of the pallet. “Up.”
Gabirelle’s eyes flicked to the rest of the room, and then went back to her, widening in question. “Xena, I..”
“I.” Xena pointed to herself. “Am the queen. I don’t give a rats ass what anyone else thinks. Up.” She patted the surface again.
“B..”
“No buts.” Xena’s voice took on a no nonsense tone.
Gabrielle got up and eased herself down onto the pallet, hoping it wouldn’t send both of them crashing to the ground. There wasn’t much room at all, and really all she could do was press herself up against Xena as the queen replaced the furs over them.
After all those hours shivering on the floor, it was like a warm bowl of soup on a freezing night. Gabrielle felt Xena’s arm slip around her, and she nestled closer, returning the hold as their bodies twined comfortably together.
She didn’t even remember closing her eyes.
Xena glanced benignly at the now relaxed form slumped against her. “Maybe now we’ll both get some rest.” She commented to the darkness around her. “Cause I got a feeling we’re gonna need it tomorrow.”
The fire flickered back at her, a spark popping free and floating up into oblivion.
**
Part 19
The nap did her a world of good. Xena lay there with her eyes closed, and examined this hoary old statement in a half waking, half sleeping kind of way. A world of good? Would that be like an entire country full of Gabrielle’s? What would a world of evil be? A country full of her, obviously.
Xena liked that. It was symmetrical. Her nose informed her that it was still raining outside, and she could hear mostly silence around her save the odd snore so she reasoned it was probably dead of night.
She opened one eye, and confirmed the reasoning. Only a glow from the firepit was visible, and that left her in peace to consider her circumstances.
She’d made some mistakes, that she knew. Xena reviewed her actions with a typically brutal self-honesty. She hadn’t taken this trip seriously, and it had gotten people killed. Almost gotten her killed, in fact. If she’d been one of those people, seeing how she’d been leading on the mission, she’d probably have murdered herself by now.
Had she forgotten everything she’d ever learned? She studied the dark recesses of the roof over her head. Had she become that arrogant? A tiny, wry smile of self-knowledge appeared on her face. Okay, become that much more arrogant? Or was she simply so distracted by the new facet in her life that she just wasn’t paying the degree of attention to what she was doing that she needed to? It was a fact that once she knew raiders were active in the region, she should have either returned to the stronghold for more troops, or spent the time sending out spies into the countryside to find out what was going on.
She should not have pressed on into the mountains, despite her desire to get to her erstwhile rebel’s homesteads before they were ready for her.
Xena nodded slightly. Okay. She acknowledged her failure. Now her job was to get them all home again and re-evaluate the security of her realm. Troops would have to be sent out, and crackdowns would have to happen. Blood would be shed, but she would regain control over all the bits and pieces of her world that had escaped her over the past few years. Nothing would get in the way of that.
Gabrielle stirred a little in her sleep, and her hand shifted slightly lower, coming to rest on Xena’s hip.
Even Gabrielle wouldn’t get in the way of it, now that she was sure of the girl’s real feelings for her.
Xena studied the rounded profile, it’s downy skin kissed by the low, crimson light. She remembered, in a hazy way, the trip through the mountain, and what they’d said to each other. She found herself looking forward to ruling with Gabrielle at her side, the one pinpoint of total trust she could depend on above any of the others.
To hell with what the nobles thought. She’d make Gabrielle her consort, and they could all come up and kiss her feet after that.
After all, she was the queen, wasn’t she? Xena curled her fingers around Gabrielle’s waistline, feeling the slight motion as the girl breathed. It was such an odd sensation, being this close to someone and not minding it. It was almost like she’d been waiting for this feeling all her life, missing it, not even knowing what it was.
Amazing.
She remembered, back in the old days, one captain of hers that had, by some chance fallen in love when they are on the march towards the conquering of the land she now held. Melen had come to her one night, late, when she was tired from a long day’s march and told her he was leaving.
Because he was one of her best fighters, and a damn useful man, she’d given him a chance to explain why instead of simply killing him outright. Was it money? Had the girl offered him land, position, what?
No. He’d told her. It was none of that. He simply had fallen in love with her, and didn’t want to leave her to stay with the army. She was not rich, her family had a simple little farm, and he would work the land for her father in payment for his marriage to her. In time, perhaps he would become the man’s son, since he had no other, and one day come into the small patch of land himself.
So alien was the idea to her, Xena had almost choked on a fruit pit and ended her own bloody career in the most undignified of manners.
But she had recovered after a healthy cough, and settled herself down to decide what to do with the fellow. Men did not desert her, and Melen knew that. His life expectancy would have been better if he’d simply slipped away in the night, and vanished. Certainly she would never have looked for him underneath… or behind… some sheep in the hinterlands.
On the one hand, she admired his courage in coming to her. On the other hand, letting him go could have set a precedent dangerous to her cause.
She’d killed him.
Now, lying here in the dark, she finally understood him, and regretted the act, at last having a point of reference to stand on and see why he’d done what he’d done. She wondered, too, what happened to the girl, in that small village on the road to the capital.
They’d stopped there, on the way out this time, and she hadn’t really remembered about it until now. Ah well. Xena closed her eyes and relaxed, leaving her planning for the daylight. Her head still ached, and it was easier to just lie here under her blankets, reveling in the comfortable warmth of her bedmate.
She smiled. A moment later, she was surprised by the sensation of Gabrielle’s lips gently nibbling her shoulder, and she shifted a little, tiling her head to see the faintest outline of the girl’s eyelashes flickering open. “You’re awake.”
Gabrielle nodded, tightening her hold a bit and releasing a sigh.
“Why?”
A shrug. “Just am.” Gabrielle whispered. “I was thinking about all the stuff that happened the last few days.”
“Wouldn’t sleeping be more productive?” Xena asked, practically.
“Probably.” The girl admitted. “But it was so many amazing… scary... things I just keep picturing it all in my head.”
“Mmph.” Xena realized she didn’t have that problem. The memories of the horror she’d lived through were fading into the background, being in the past and not nearly as important to her as the moment right now, or what would happen tomorrow. “Can’t change what happened.” She said. “Only what’s gonna happen.”
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