Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140812170152/@comment-11457306-20140822022311

Anneken took her sister aside. She checked her for fever, looked at her throat, felt her neck--all those little things a healer does to diagnose a patient. "I don't see anything, Brighid.  All you feel is tired?"

"Well, yes....and really, really irritable, like when I'm about to--"

Anneken held up a hand. "I get the picture.  Maybe that's it.  I'll take a closer look at you when we get to the Inn."

Brighid shook her head. "But I've never been this tired before."

"We've started a new mission.  You're under stress.  You can't tell me you wanted to do this."

"No, that's true.  I really want to go home." Brighid's voice cracked and a tear ran down her cheek. It was clear she was ready to start bawling, something she never did.

Anneken stared at her, her eyes narrowing. Then she took her hand. "Come on, let's get you mounted up."

(Bathtime)