She pulled the other from the water and lay it over his scaly lap. Bryn did not her amusement as he flushed. She even chuckled a little. Though it did grow louder when he woofed. "Men and their 'hammers'."
Her smile did not fade. "I am not. I had known he was going to meet his end in that battle, and the Seer did not lie. I was very proud to fight beside him. He fought well. He took eight arrows and a slash across the stomach, and still brought down twelve men with his intestines hanging out. We won that battle because he did. He lived just long to find my hand before he found sleep." There was nothing but pride in her voice. And saw no reason to mention she had been laying nearly dead.