The silence that followed my words was so thick you could hear the water dripping off the eaves of the tower. Noah froze with his tunic halfway over his head, and Fenric's hand stopped mid-air as he reached for his boots.
"Are... are you sure?" Noah asked, pulling the fabric down and looking at me with a mixture of shock and profound respect.
"There's everything you worked hard to get in there," Fenric added, looking just as shocked at Noah.
He was there when I got the pots, he was there when I got the bowls, he was pretty much there to see how much effort I put into the things in that troller.
Damar looked at me with the same shock.
How could I just decide to give up on the troller? No, forget the troller. How could I even bear to part with the tools I worked so hard to acquire?
I closed my eyes, tightening them.
I understood their shock, I understood their worry, and I understood the gaze they were looking at me with even though I didn't meet their eyes.
