The return of the spikes

As tears travelled down her cheeks and sobs rose in her throat, the object of her anger came to her and knelt in front of her. Thorin leaned over to engulf her in his long arms. She didn't resist and let him embrace her, leaning into the warmth of his body.

"I am sorry lil Zi, you must have been frightened," he murmured. He sounded sincere in his apology. She sobbed into his chest. She hated him. She love him. It was different sides of the same coin. He stroked her back.

"I didn't mean to leave you alone here," he said.

"I had to go, they were setting attacks on a few other lesser, younger dragons, I had no choice but to help," he explained.

"So, other dragons…are…*sniff*…more *sobs*…im..important…*sobs* than…*SOBS* me…" she replied. Her heart felt like it was breaking apart, splintering into a thousand pieces. He had left her to rescue other dragons. She must mean so little to him. She is dispensable. That much is obvious now.