"Tylina, I don't hope. I expect those working under my command to do their best, as I expect my limbs to work to use my sword in a fight. I do not trust my men. Instead, I expect them to do. I expect you to fight well, despite your injuries, since we need your sword arm. Is that understood, Tylina?"
His face turned determined, the hard lines and ruddy complexion growing tighter in thought.
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