Am I being foolish?

Triss considered that for a long moment, surprised by the offer. Then she thought about what it would mean, to follow Warden to wherever his mother was. Away from Insomnia, and thought of his own mother. She would lose her mind, and the thought of following anyone - even this pup - away at the moment brought knots to her stomach. She wanted to knock that line of thought off as quickly as she could. “Oh, no, that’s okay. I’ve been looked at by a healer. They said it’s the tonic, and it just needs time.” She explained.

She scuffed a paw in the earth, wondering where to go from here. Were conversations always hard, or was that the brain fog just making it all so difficult? Sometimes it was just so hard to think, and doing so left her breathless. Well, that or her asthma. Her mother had warned her about excess exercise, in case her memory had robbed her of that knowledge.


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