Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131228033942/@comment-11457306-20131228051628

Torene pushed past Jack and into her cabin, nodding at Anwen. "You may go now."

"Gods, Torene, are you okay?  You're white as a ghost!"

"I am weak from the spell.  I was able to heal Nahlgaaf, mostly, but at great cost.  It will take me some time to recover."

"Can I get you anything?" asked Anwen, concerned.

"Yes, food.  Stew, bread--whatever the cook has."

Anwen left quickly on her errand. Torene sat at the head of the bed, her legs stretched out. She placed a hand on Makoru's chest to feel his heartbeat, slow--but strong and steady. She lay her head back, resting. She was strongly tempted...she rose suddenly and grabbed her pack. Yes, they were still there if needed. She put the pack back. Not now, but probably soon. Yes. She sat back down on the bed to wait for Anwen.

(It is late for me here.  I must go to bed.  I'll check back again while I'm getting ready.)