"Yeah, sometimes Cory puts on sad music and sits in her window seat with hot chocolate and watches it rain and has a good cry, and then she comes and snuggles me and tells me what she was processing."

Aww. "I think she is very lucky to have you." 

"Aww, thank you!"

"You are welcome." Leareth taps his fingers absently on the table. "It still - seems somehow like the wrong mood of response, to feel upset by the unfairness of my life, as opposed to - all of the other people who had no hope of ever improving their situations. I chose the work I did. I could have chosen otherwise, had I wished to." 

"There's this concept called 'moral injury' which is specifically about how doing bad things also hurts the people who do them."

"Hmm. That is a good word for it." 

"Yeah. Maybe you should read about it or something."

"I probably should." 

A dragon offers him a book. It's been translated into Rethwellani.

That's very thoughtful of it. 

"Thank you for talking," Leareth says. "I think I will go read this for a while, now." 

"I'll probably be around the castle all day today but my family might come by," she mentions.

"Oh. Should I stay out of their way, then?" 

"Up to you but if you don't want to meet them they won't go in your room."

"Noted. Thank you for the warning." 

Leareth heads back to his room, which seems like a pretty reasonable place to spend some time alone reading, and starts on the book. 

It is a well-translated work on the topic of moral injury and its history and recoverability through human history in this world.