[ to be honest this is usually the best course of action for alfyn, he can manage his own crying if left to just do it so he eventually takes a deep breath and rubs his eyes with a fist. ]

No, you're - you're right. [ a weak laugh ] Just a whole mess after that. Had a lot of time to think about it, and it still... it all still ate at me, y'know. They accused me of killin' her, said I was a witch and ran me out of town. And everywhere I went, they chased me off, or tried to attack me, 'cause somethin' came off that little girl. Some bad magic.

So it was just me, for a while. Months. And I still thought "could I have done somethin' different?" I know better than that.