As the giants advance Alalla puts down her glaive and walks slowly over to Ras. "You'll feel better in a minute." Her head is telling her this is true, but the wailing chasm in her heart doesn't believe it. "Up you get. She lifts the gnome to his feet. Just in time to be killed by fire giants. She shoots one aiming to prod Ras with a glare.
Next is Erevain. She stoops to help the elf up. "I can't save you from yourself," she murmurs in Orcish, "can I, sharuhk?" She helps him be herded by the giants.
How is it that he can strengthen her, yet add weight to her burdens at the same time? By her reckoning, Erevain's actions have left the social contract of their marriage null and void. Is it even worth it to keep him around?
It has to be. Alalla grips his hand. The person she becomes down the other path is not someone she wants to be. The vows were only ever to make him happy anyway. She had only wanted him.