Sun Mote Copse The soft and fading light has crossed the west horizon and has bidden us goodnight

She chuckled, shaking her head. She wouldn't. It keeps mah mind off of things. She commented. The work, the stinging of her muscles after a long day. She always thought that happiness was the key to cure feeling down, but it seemed hard work kept the mind healthy just as well. Or, at least, it created the illusion that it worked.

Mhm... She agreed softly. She was worried about that too. Sure, their band was great, but having some more members wouldn't hurt... The thought of leaving here was getting less and less ridiculous. I'm sorry... Maybs I shouldn't have dragged y'all 'ere.