Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140116231609/@comment-24123288-20140120135923

Eilonwyn sat ontop of the Alchamy table. Her legs were crossed and her back was facing the hallway. Suddenly she didn't feel like making potions right now.

She began to sigh but it was cut off as her face was buried in her hand again, the other holding her stomach.

''Gods... what if I DO lose him in this fight...What would  I do with myself then? ''