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The warm water soothed her and she began to settle down. She ducked under the water and wet her hair, then reached for the bowl of soapsand. She scrubbed all over, hard, as if to wash away everything past. Jim was gone. Bryn was gone. There was nothing she could do about either. There were people here who needed her. The Guild would go on. She would go on. She had to be strong.

She dried herself off carefully and wrapped herself in the drying cloth. Her armor and undergarments would have to be cleaned--burned would be better, they were so filthy. Gathering everything up over one arm and holding her boots in one hand, she took a deep breath and opened the door. The old, stoic Allysa was back.