(All the things written in the Queen's French)
I can't focus on anything but pain. I want to punch Jaxion's impatience in the mouth and I have to talk to fucking mites. Gross.
Ugh. I know my anger is misplaced. My anger should focus on whoever is bringing such distress to my goddess. Blink, my body is yours. Please find solace.
Writing helped me center this rage.
I'll work on my meditative breathing and listen intently to the dragonborn's words.
I'll do my best to remember my calm for you, Blink.
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We go into the mountain after the Deremitru within hours. Watch over us all.