In truth, I've been asleep most of the time; whether from the sleep spells they've been using on me, or... the alcohol I've been gifted. It's... probably for the best.

[She turns to look at the ceiling.] They don't approve of the second, but it's more entertaining than staring and counting the cracks in the ceiling. They're willing to bring me books whenever I ask though. That helps, as well.

[A deep breath.] They're hoping... about ten days here, and then some work with a healer to make sure I can stand and move around properly... and then perhaps I can go home.

[To her nice, empty house. With her nice, empty part of her mind where her Bond used to be.

It's going to be rough.]