"we'll change the world!" but nothing seems to change

The fire Hazel managed to build crackled cheerfully, far too cheerfully for her bleak mood. There had to be something wrong with her, there had to be for this to keep happening. Warriors nearly died all the time. It was an occupational hazard and, hell, a birthright hazard-- being an alleged bastard child and all. Everyone else seemed fine, and here she was. Here she was, the girl that cheated death twice. Here she was, the girl who cheated death twice, lived to tell the tale, and was haunted by it. Haunted by it so severely, so seriously, that she was... she was stuck. That she was woken in the night, that she couldn't sleep, that she fumbled in her training. In her mind, the only reason that she was struggling in her spars was inadequacy. Was that she wasn't good enough. It wasn't that Hazel was still healing, rebuilding muscles that had been nearly torn away from her flesh... no, it was only the fact that she wasn't good enough.

Bas's voice draws her attention, green eyes flickering to his face. The large boy looked like he was barely awake, and Hazel's brow furrowed for a moment. "I didn't mean to wake you up," an apology, in her own way. Had she really made that much noise? The pitfall of trying to be quiet, probably. She'd never been light on her feet, and it seemed this just proved her point. The yearling added another, larger stick to the fire, watching the sparks dance as they rose through the air.

"Speech"