Every time I turn around,” she said, approaching the bed and leaning against the carved post, “I feel like I’m one wrong move or word away from leading them to ruin. People’s lives - your life - depend on me. There’s no room for error.”
There it was, the weight that had been slowly crushing her. It killed him that he’d have to add to it when he told her the news he carried - the reason he’d disobeyed her first order to him.
He could offer her nothing but the truth. “You will make mistakes. You will make decisions, and sometimes you will regret those choices. Sometimes there won’t be a right choice, just the best of several bad options. I don’t need to tell you that you can do this - you know you can. I wouldn’t have sworn the oath to you if I didn’t think you could.