There needs to be a code word or something that means “my brain is fighting me every step of the way today and I feel like I’m going to vibrate out of my skin, so I need you to forgive everything and go slowly and speak softly and lower your expectations.” And then we could all just be like, “I know I said we could go to a movie tonight but… tangerines.” And the other person would nod and squeeze your elbow or rub your head and you wouldn’t feel like a failure.
“My lord, I’m sorry, but I got Happy killed. I didn’t mean to - he fought as hard as any knight - but he got killed anyway, and I never wanted that.”
“Is that all you have to say to me, that your horse is dead?” Kel heard that familiar, cool, measured voice say over her head.
“No, my lord.” Owen bowed his head. “I disobeyed you. I betrayed you. And I’d do it again, under the circumstances, not meaning any disrespect, sir. But I miss Happy. Tamora Pierce, Lady Knight, Protector of the Small series