"I feel... Good.. Better than I have in a long time." She thinks on the ride out of the valley of Rivendell. Bearing the ring Astamo gave her the freedom to think, without anxiety, without the irrational fears that had once controlled her. Only one two other things had ever achieved that, Gaelrind and Nethrida.
Ryn however knows it only aids in her own fight with herself and that ultimately she must master her other side, Fortunately she has friends and loved ones to help her along the way.
Another thought runs through her head "You don't deserve it." No matter how much the ring or Neth try to help she can't shake it, even if it's less pressing it still lives in the back of her mind. "I almost attacked Neth, No matter what that's unforgivable." It had still been her... It wasn't that she had lost control... Something compelled her to, but she had chosen to act on it. And only by sheer luck and last second restraint had she stopped herself. Everyone had already forgiven her and even wanted to help but there was something stopping her from forgiving herself.
"Nethy was in high spirits despite all that... Why can't I forgive myself." She thinks turning her gaze to Neth who was riding beside her.
The answer to that question hadn't come to her in the past week... And it may never come at all.
