The terrible fever that had taken ahold of me finally passed, and I left the Inn for the first time in nearly a month. My friends urged me to go see a healer, or to call on that man that had come to the Harvestmath Ball and then again a few times after, but I refused to have anyone see me. Looking back now, I was being delirious and stupid, and I wish Fenley had been here so he could have persuaded me.
Stepping into the Pony for the first time in weeks felt like a cold shock, but it was nice to finally return to familiarity. It was very quiet, the time that I was there, though I did meet a woman who went by the name of Nitsu. She was kind, a cheerful sort, but she did not stay before long before she took her leave. I fear that I was being aloof, too caught up in my own thoughts.
Fenley still has not returned from Trestlebridge. I thought that he wold be back by now, and I worry about what has kept him there. I hope that he is only busy with work, and that nothing terrible had befallen him.
