It’s been a long, hard winter. Being laid up in bed is a shite deal, and I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. I won’t… I think I’ll not describe it. Nobody wants to read that. I don’t even want to write it. Nothing quite like retching your guts out twice a day and having to get your girlfriend to change the bedsheets nightly. Granted, Sera’s mother is a launderer, but… I don’t know what I would have done without her and Rhody. I love them both to death, and they brought a smile to my face constantly throughout the whole ordeal. Ash’s medicines made it barely bearable, but without their company I probably would have gone crazy. Raeden, the wolf cub, made a habit of licking my face every morning to try and get me out of bed. Without fail, every morning for seven months, Ash asked me…several times if she could bring Cesistya over, but… I didn’t want Ces to see me the way I was. It was bad enough having Rhody and Sera, and sometimes the others see it.
I’m supposed to be strong. I’m supposed to be their protector. What am I, if not that?
I… Managed to get out to Bree today. Snuck out while Sera was caring for her mum, and Rhody was in the town hall. I got to see Ces, and a few new faces. Met a nice purple-clad Easterling, and a few others. It’s no surprise that the faces in Bree-town have changed while I was gone. I suppose I’ll have to get used to it again. Get used to… everything. My limbs are sluggish. I tried throwing a knife and it bounced. It bounced. Just…. writing the words fills me with disgust. I have to retrain my body to do all of the things I used to take for granted. And now I hear of another growing threat of bandits on the road… It will take time. But I will regain my strength, and cleanse Bree-land again. It will take time. Time and…patience.
Patience. Something of which I do not have an abundance.
