MISSY
Maddox had insisted he felt well enough to get some work done from his desk, giving me a chance to take care of other things. After the rogue encounter, I didn’t sleep nearly long enough and spent the better part of my morning visiting the wolves who got hurt. Thankfully, they would all recover, but the one with broken legs may be unable to fight again.
Guilt was eating at me. It felt hollow and heavy at the same time. I let him get hurt. I should have called Ronin or River; I should have gotten help faster. Ronin and Maddox tried to assure me I had done everything right all morning. I still felt like I failed miserably.
Maddox went to take a nap at lunch, telling me he just needed a short rest. I took it as a good sign that he was trying to get back to everything and out of bed
