Fae stayed quiet as she weighed whether to reveal her true thoughts or bury them, as she always did.
The young woman didn't like burdening others with her problems. And as her mother had taught her, no one should ever be in another person's business. Not even family. So she'd always hunkered down and swallowed whatever troubled her, learning to deal with them on her own.
She was a woman, and an Anchor at that. People expected her to be weak-willed, even though Anchors were known to be mentally strong. They could deal with anything. Yet a stigma still clung to them. Even after years of research, years of coming to terms with these new races and types. It always felt like she needed to be stronger than she actually was. Strong enough so she could prove to others she had what it took to be a soldier in this world. To have a place.
