“Yes,” Priestess said, and she meant it now, not like a borrowed cloak but like armor she had earned. “I do.”
She wanted to say something brave. Instead, she started crying. Not from fear. From a sudden, terrible understanding: he had never expected anyone to protect him. He had fought alone for so long that the idea of a hand reaching for him, not past him, was foreign as a song in a dead language. Goblin Slayer 01-12
He lit a second torch. The corpses caught. The smell followed them for days. “Yes,” Priestess said, and she meant it now,
He did not introduce himself. He did not ask if she was hurt. He simply asked, “Are those all of them?” ” Priestess said