It's getting cooler out. I need to buy a new pair of gloves. The cold always settles in my hands. I put the lute away, somewhere warm. I won't be playing again for awhile. It hurts to write, even. I need to dig out my chain for my sword. I don't want to drop it. Thank goodness that my shield is always strapped on. I don't know how I'd hold it otherwise.
Tomahna didn't notice any of these things last year. He didn't know. I wonder if he'll notice now? He always feels so guilty. I don't want him to notice. I get so sick of him feeling bad. I want him to treat me the way he does because he loves me, not because he feels bad.
I mean, he never meant to cripple me like this for life. He didn't know I was going to live..
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