A brief entry in Gwenn’s journal.
I woke up this morning with a splitting headache and a night full of dreams of blood and fire. Ilyria haunted my dreams. The twisted corpses at the circle of fire… what horror has caused that? It’s as if my memory wants me to recall the dangers we’ve faced, and the horrors that might await us ahead. A reminder not to be complacent about who or what I trust? If so, it is far too late to return from that path.
Nonetheless, I feel awful today. My body aches like it did when I first learned to sit a horse astride. Everything hurts, even my eyes are tired and dry.
I refilled Firiel’s vials last night before bed, and the cut on my arm still hurts today. It wasn’t much more than a scratch, but… it feels worse than I’d expect. Thankfully, she seems to have slept soundly after her late adventures last night.
Hopefully a bath and some breakfast will restore my vigor.