Trystan rubbed his arm where it had been cut absently and nodded. “Battle to protect others is the only kind worth fighting, though.” Because there was no reason to fight for more. They had Starfall, which their father had created on unclaimed land, and they had Dawn, or they would when their father gave it to them. Their swords were there to protect, not to gain.
He rolled his eyes at his brother’s exaggeration and shook his head. “You cried because you enjoy the attention,” he teased, almost playful with the other young man. He looked over at Bill again. “In answer to what you said earlier, Starfall is quite beautiful. Father and the builders constructed it before our birth, of stone that catches light and reflects in brilliant colors all around.” Because talking of home? That was something else he could do.