I have nothing to do.
The bed here is uncomfortable and yet I've been laying in it for most of the day. I can't find the will or purpose to get out of it. The point of this was to get away from the work, clear my head, but instead, it has had the opposite effect.
I think only about what I've yet to do, what to prepare and feel frustrated that I cannot continue.
Miss Silver is here and her leg seems better. I've spoken to her couple of times now, but now I have no mood nor energy to find her.
Aeruthuil is here and I'm uncertain whether he'll stay the whole time or not. It was good to have him travel with me. Not only for the company, but it's always less likely that there's an attack on the road when two or more travel. I have no mood to speak with him as well, my mind lingers on many things he has told me. I'll find him later.
Conversation has started to go into circles, never goes anywhere and doesn't hold my interest. Feels more like a courtesy at this point.
I'll speak with some of the towns-folk again, see if they'll allow me to set up a small shop here during my short stay. Maybe the simple practice of treating cuts and coughs will keep my mind off the work, -off people, -off her.
She's still in my head, but I shouldn't think about her. It's unhealthy. I find regret having seen what she is, had I continued to fool myself, perhaps things would have been different. If she continues to rest on my mind, I'll have to resort to fixing it one way or another.
Someone told me that the span the bridge crosses is beautiful. I hate it.
