Talk about a time you overcame serious self-doubt

I brought him there because she asked it. Cajoled and sweet talked and fed his delusions until he came with me willingly, docile as a lamb. He thought I'd betrayed him, lashing out, docility gone. Broke my wrist, until she found him. Found us. Set the markers for us and then told us to flee. So we fled. He was calm again, finding his markers up through the Kingdom. He'd drained the Grey, so we had to take the Green winds. We'd just fought, really fought, for the first time. I knew even mad, even cut off from most of his power, he was stronger than I. And many days he didn't even know me.

What could I, whore and assassin, do to keep him safe? To fulfill the task she'd set for me? For thirteen years I'd kept him as best I could, making sure he was fed and decently clothed whenever he'd wander my way. But he liked to slip out while I was sleeping and I'd not see him for months. She said he was coming back, but what if she was wrong? What if I said the wrong thing? Sent him spiraling back down? I wanted to beg her to take him with her, to not charge me with that task, but she was burning herself out. A shade only. I knew she hadn't the strength then.

And she said to take him. Even then, I served her, so I took him. To the West, to one of his homes where Dorothea could not find us. And I did what I could. I saw him fed and clothed. I petted and soothed and reassured. And slowly, very slowly, he came out again, and he was our Daemon again, if not quite whole, then at least mostly mended.

I'm still not sure if what I did was needed. If he wouldn't have...but I took a leap of faith and for the first time in my life truly followed an order.

And we got him back.