She had nothing left to give. After she'd lost Sam and been sent to Endovier,...

She had nothing left to give. After she'd lost Sam and been sent to Endovier, she'd pieced herself back together in the bleakness of the mines. And when she'd come here, she'd been foolish enough to think that Chaol had put the final piece into place. Foolish enough to think, just for a moment, that she could get away with being happy.
But death was her curse and gift, and death had been her good friend these long, long years.