You're really not. You might be eventually, sure, but you're not now.
[ her hand doesn't fall, patiently waiting.
willa has always been reckless, even before her life was tied to a bastard and a book; there is a certain recklessness intrinsic in the knights, anyone who does anything remotely heroic (not that willa considers them heroes, they are doing the bare minimum of basic human decency in not letting lark burn the world to the ground) has to possess some disregard for the consequences of their actions.
willa's healing gives her a purpose though and it is one she has never shied away from. ]
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[ her hand doesn't fall, patiently waiting.
willa has always been reckless, even before her life was tied to a bastard and a book; there is a certain recklessness intrinsic in the knights, anyone who does anything remotely heroic (not that willa considers them heroes, they are doing the bare minimum of basic human decency in not letting lark burn the world to the ground) has to possess some disregard for the consequences of their actions.
willa's healing gives her a purpose though and it is one she has never shied away from. ]
There is nothing noble in suffering needlessly.