“You travelled with him,” she said finally. “Thanks to you he was not alone. You were a friend to him. You were with him.” The bard lowered his eyes. “He didn’t get much from it,” he muttered. “He didn’t get much from our friendship. He had little but trouble because of me. He constantly had to get me out of some scrape… help me…” She leaned across the table, put her hand on his and squeezed it hard without saying anything. Her eyes held regret.
