Blackwater Islands weary

mortals were so frail. so easily crushed. the girl seemed to wilt, and made for such a pathetic sight as she curled into herself that the listener felt compelled to offer comfort. a broken spirit would not lend itself to further healing, and the girl would need strength for whatever came next.

you have nothing to fear, the listener said. the druids hold great power. we will restore balance, in time. she rose, intending to leave the girl to her rest.

rest for now. i will return to you.