I stood in the doorway, my sword in my hand, glancing between the horizon, where the Beast waited, and to the back door, where she had loaded up our horse, ready to run away together. After a few moments of my indecision, she took my free hand into her own.
“I can’t tell you what to do here. You have to make your own path. You have to do what is right for you.”
I nodded, kissed her, and then strode towards the horizon.
“Wait, I meant to inspire you to do what I wanted!” she called to my back.