Adolin didn’t need an explanation. They were wounded. So was he. Sometimes you had to press forward anyway. The ashspren opened her mouth and forced out a few sounds. “Wa … wa … tch…” “Watchers,” Adolin said, “at the rim.” She nodded, and he felt her thoughts. Oaths had fallen, but she would not let him fight alone. “Because in this case,” Adolin said quietly, “a promise is something deeper than an oath.”
