Jess arose, her head buzzing like a swarm of bees. She found herself in Haldor's bedroll again. Thinking back to the battle, Jess winced. Haldor had been... Well, pathetic. It had been embarrassing to see the one she called her love go down in battle so quickly, and in such a fashion. She herself had been slaying men like they were pigs to slaughter, while Haldor had been bleeding on the ground.
Is he worthy of me? Jess thought. I need someone to match my power and prowess in battle, not to be subservient to me.
Jess glanced at Haldor, who was making breakfast. Strangely, she felt... Next to nothing. A small spark. Nothing to match the wild fires of her soul. But still... That spark was there. It could grow.
"One more chance..." Jess mumbled, not realizing she had said it out loud. She then arose from the bedroll, dressed quickly, and walked over to where the rest of the group was congregating to discuss the events of the day.