After the South

Where do I even start with this? After a long day of calming down drunkards and protecting the watch, I was exhausted. My father had come to beg for money, the previous night threatening me... I feel I need to rest for a hundred years. Then there is the question about riding South. I do wish to be with Furley... I know I can be such a help to him! I can see the worry in his eyes whenever he talks about it, I do desperately want to soothe his mind by saying, I know I will do okay, but I do not know... I wish my mother was alive, her not being here is a pain so excruciating it is almost impossible to bear. I wish I could tell her that Furley and I the other day were talking about marriage. A million thoughts raged through my mind. Like, what names do I like for children, and Furley as an amazing father! I wish I could tell her all about it. Furley is my rock. He is my comforter and my confidant. I do not know what I would do without him..... He has truly taught me what a man can be. I can never repay him for what he has done and I can only hope that one day I can deserve him. I truly love him....