Warren paced in his room at the Quicksand, working to push unwelcome thoughts out of his head. He had no right to be angry with Rinh'a but his temper wasn't in the mood to listen; She was content to suck face with the next person who would give her the time of day and hadn't bothered to even ask about what had happened to Howl.
You don't have all the answers. Word may have spread through L'Atelier. You can't make assumptions here.
Warren tried to speak sense to himself, but deep inside something beastial roared back defiance. It was the same noise that worked through him at the Grindstone and he knew how well that had paid off. Absentmindedly he rubbed his shoulder, still remembering the feel of his joint collapsing. Warren shuddered.
One more night in Ul'dah. Tomorrow morning it was back to Coerthas. He was going to try out his camping equipment on the less-hazardous roads between Whitebrim and Dragonhead, culminating in his arrival in time to travel along with Prauvaulient.
Only a few days. You can give yourself a few days. It isn't giving up to take care of yourself.
If only things were so cut and dry.
You don't have all the answers. Word may have spread through L'Atelier. You can't make assumptions here.
Warren tried to speak sense to himself, but deep inside something beastial roared back defiance. It was the same noise that worked through him at the Grindstone and he knew how well that had paid off. Absentmindedly he rubbed his shoulder, still remembering the feel of his joint collapsing. Warren shuddered.
One more night in Ul'dah. Tomorrow morning it was back to Coerthas. He was going to try out his camping equipment on the less-hazardous roads between Whitebrim and Dragonhead, culminating in his arrival in time to travel along with Prauvaulient.
Only a few days. You can give yourself a few days. It isn't giving up to take care of yourself.
If only things were so cut and dry.
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