Journal entry
Ahh, spring is almost upon us, I can see it from my window. Hopefully I shall be able to walk outside and enjoy it soon.
I have been enjoying Sir Kyle's company during this time of convalescence, but I fear that there is something that is troubling the man. I mean to speak to him on it soon, but I do not want to stress him. He is a knight, I do not fear for his constitution.
There is a young woman who is residing with us males, but I am afraid I do not know her name (I believe it to be Bernadette...?). She seems to hold a terrible sadness about her, now, and it pains me to see. A woman filled with heartbreak is a terrible thing, indeed.
That young archer from Dunan (Kinnison? I did not know he was here still) was distributing soups earlier. How thoughtful.
I dreamt last night of-
*the sentence is left unfinished*
The hill...walls....burning.....Mik...
*the words are scratched out*
This inactivity is most trying. Perhaps I will attempt to teach Sir Kyle another song. Something bawdy to make the lovely nurses blush.