I had leaned forward, catching her eye. “Downtime? Kitara, we’re gearing up for the full moon run with the neighboring packs. You know how critical it is that we show our strength.”
“Yes, but not at the cost of their health, Delta,” Kitara had replied firmly, meeting my gaze with her usual steady resolve. “Several of our top warriors are on the edge of burnout. If they’re not given a chance to recover, we risk them being weaker in actual battle.”
I’d opened my mouth to argue, but another healer, Tessa, had jumped in. “Delta, you’ve always advocated for balance. Surely, even with the full moon event, we need to consider the long-term impact.”
Kitara had nodded, her gaze softening. “It’s not just about this one run. If we don’t look after our warriors now, there won’t be a force strong enough to face future challenges.”
Their words had lingered with me. They were right, but as Delta, I also bore the responsibility of ensuring our strength was visible and unshakable. I’d finally agreed, reluctantly, to a temporary reduction in the intensity of their sessions.
And now, sitting alone, I was reminded of the fine line I had to walk every day.