Vincent wanted to just bundle Rosalie up into his arms and tell her everything was going to be OK, but he really didn't know that. The Blight wasn't going as well as the Grey Wardens wanted, lines were being overrun, villages evacuated, people dead. Things weren't going well, and he could only imagine what it was like to be in the medical tents, trying to heal the sick and wounded, especially when many of those wounded were blighted and beyond hope. He put his hand on Rosalie's shoulder and squeezed lightly.
Hey, hey it's going to be OK. I mean, I realise I can't promise that, but I have to believe it, otherwise what's the point in fighting, but you can't keep going like this, you're going to drop from exhaustion. Maybe you should just go home for a bit, I mean from what I've been told it's safer there any way right now, their warden-commander has wards up around Amaranthine, and you could probably still help while you're there.
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