''Her chest moves up and down in a graceful manner. It is only hours ago that she was coughing up blood and it seemed to be her last moments. She even asked me if this was death, if this was what death felt like.
Some Periwinkle eventually did the trick to stop her bleeding, and the Lobelia calmed the coughing down. I am not sure if this is going to be a regular thing, but the medicine had ruined her for long enough. It is not what I had expected from her. I thought I had to keep up with watching her degrade every day from that stuff, but the decision came from herself. She had enough, it seems.
We talked for hours until she fell asleep. Well, I talked for hours, she just laid there listening. She enjoyed the story of the dragon, well, mountain lion.
I have been through two relationships since I arrived in Bree, and neither have made me feel like Abrianna does. She keeps saying that she's not the perfect woman for me, that there are others far better than her. But it is me who is afraid that I might not be able to give her what she desires. I will try to, no matter what. She is worth it all.
Shorey did an excellent job on Baedwulf. Hours after I had asked for his help, the first strike was a success. No, he had not killed him with the arrow, but made his fate clear to all present.
A fight concurred that same day. The fool of a man had walked in the Pony and had struck a blow for Shorey's nose. I do not know how he found out it was Shorey, but that does not matter. I retaliated and had told him this was going to end. A chance had shown itself and I took it with both hands. Weapons were drawn just outside the gates and the fight continued, my goals set to kill. Later, I understood that the man had deliberately kept his daggers away from me. For her. I still believe the world would have been a better place without him there, but his death would have only caused her more pain. It is better that he lives, for now.
There are people looking for him. Geothand and his men. A part of me wishes to torture them for years, to make them all feel even the slightest of her pain, but I wonder what she wants. For now I will find out where they are and perhaps, when she feels better, I shall ask her what she wants me to do.
See, she smiled in her sleep. Well, I think she is asleep. She could be awake for all I know. Maybe she would like some eggs in the morning, for breakfast. That is a good idea.
Sweet dreams Abrianna, I love you.''
