>>60755022"Where, then, do my duties take me, and in such a hurry as to interrupt a meal?"
The point strikes me by surprise. I curse myself for failing to give thought to our next course of action. There is much to consider, and I have instead wasted my time in flight lamenting the circumstances.
"Master, your mind is tired. We can reach Milwater tonight. Don't you want to put your thoughts to rest until then?"
Perhaps she is right. I may be in poor condition for planning tonight, and I would likely just waste the time agonizing over my regrets. But why is she so insistent? In times like these, I still wonder if her loyalty truly lies with me, or whether I am just a vessel for her own will. If I hurry ahead in this state, perhaps then only the great lord above knows what will become of the evening. Then again, we may surprise even the divine. I chuckle at the thought; is humor
my refuge from insanity, or the signal that I have fallen to it?
Deirdre waits patiently for my answer. I...
[ ] agree with her, we will first look to present
needs.
[ ] need to collect my thoughts before taking any
action. I haven't reflected properly on what has
happened until now.
