“You don't belong on a battlefield. Go back to your dresses and parties, girl.” He didn't even turn to face her.
“Sergeant Harrigan, I can help out there. Not every fight will be on the battlefield-”
“NO!” He turned on her, his face a mask of rage. She felt blood spatter across her face. It flowed down his arm, falling to an ever-widening pool on the ground. “This is no job for cripples!
She reeled back in shock, bumping into someone behind her. A strong, gentle and comforting hand squeezed her shoulder.
“It's all right, Kaewynn.”