Gilsel

Gilsel lay on the bed beside him, on him in part, and he hugged her tightly against his side. Since she had taken the habit of sleeping with him, and furthermore since they got married, he was finally able to sleep peacefully. That night, though, her soothing presence was not enough to dismiss a feeling of uneasiness, but he blamed that on the fact that it was one of the last nights they were going to spend in Bree-Land. For the next two weeks, at least.

Fuck 'em. Fuck 'em all.

Seems I've spent too often, in recent months, shedding tears and willingly letting my mind shatter, for what was never anything else other than a dead end. Oh, how could I be so foolish. I was better than this. I am better than this. So why am I crying right now? Where is there still tears lining my bruised cheeks.

Found:

Resourcefulness in the face of tedium!

The days blur into one at this point. I sit, I rest, I stare at walls and try so very hard not to daydream. The healer comes to check on me, makes her sour faces and sarcastic comments, pokes, prods and leaves. Dagramir comes, sometimes just to see if I'm still where I should be, sometimes for a chat. It's all so boring.

Found:

My stuff!

I know what the healer said. I know what Sil' said. I can't say I cared. My bag was still where I left it, at my campsite, and I needed to get it back!

Found:

A source of great amusement to keep me entertained during my convalescence.

Dagramir had a healer in his pocket. Who knew? A decent one as well, it seems. She didn't just throw some herbs at me and tell me to take it easy like so many would. She actually gave me a full examination, which was a little bit weird, but rather insightful.