Nocturne Summit The world's a roller coaster, and I am not strapped in

It was only recently that he felt up to exploring, and he had wasted no time. Being sick and forced to remain mostly sedentary by his symptoms had been like torture. So now he made his way up the mountain, albeit a little slower than normal, but he didn't care; he was happy to be out and away from the awkwardness he felt around the group since his fight with Nirali. And it felt good to be doing something again. His muscles protested his climb some, and he knew they would be sore tomorrow, but he ignored it.

He was about half way up the mountain when he finally stopped, turning to look at the valley below. His chest moved as he panted, his breath coming out in white puffs around him. A small cough forced it's way out but was gone quickly after. The symptoms still lingered a little, but it was nothing compared to when the sickness was in full force. Where as before, he coughed all day, every day, now he only did so with exertion. He cleared his throat as his gaze scanned the white below that stretched out as far as he could see. He hadn't yet decided if he would continue up the mountain or make his way back down but for now, he was content to remain here and watch.