Dernhelm is not afraid. Her heart is stern, her hand is strong; she will not disgrace her name, though they think her Rider rather than shieldmaiden. How could she fear, when her greatest desire is a worthy death? Yet she can still feel pity. In the Halfling, she sees her own longing: not to be left behind, useless, when noble work is to be done. And he is loyal; she would love him for that, if nothing else.
Windfola shakes his head, making his gear jingle. She holds out her hands to the Halfling and lifts him into the saddle.
Notes:
Written for B2MeM 2012. Prompt: Song Lyrics, O70: "Even though you're a big strong girl the best-made plans are your open hands" - Deb Talan - Big Strong Girl.
