She knew their plan was foolish, but she allowed Christopher to act in it anyways. Yet when he returned, in a disastrous state, she couldn't forgive herself for letting him go.
She wanted to run to him, to stand by his side, but a firm grip around her wrist told her otherwise. Etain turned to see David, eyes begging forgiveness, hand on the hilt of his sword.
"Why?" Etain sobbed. "Let me go to him."
"I'm sorry, Etain," David said. "You can't go to him just yet. They have to get him in a bed before you see him."