Thinking about her

Seth stood at the entrance of the cave, amidst the bustling camp, tending to the mundane but necessary tasks to keep order. His gaze then settled on a group returning from a mission. General Rakahn and his troops reappeared, looking worse for wear. The soldiers, exhausted, covered in wounds and dust, seemed to have faced formidable enemies.

Even Rakahn, imposing as ever despite his injuries, limped, clutching his left side as if to hold back a deep pain.

Without a word, Seth observed as the general settled next to him, a weary sigh in his chest. A heavy silence settled between them, broken only by the crackling of torches in the night. After a few moments, Rakahn finally broke the silence, a hint of irritation in his voice:

"At this rate, I'll end up burning all my leave days on this damn war."

Seth, surprised by this unusual frankness, looked at Rakahn, puzzled. The usually stoic general was showing a rare hint of frustration. He finally dared to ask: