So I might be confined to bed, but I can still do stuff.
Right?
That's what I try to convince myself when I try to make the walk from the door to the outskirts of the town. I didn't get off maybe twenty steps when I tripped over and had to admit my defeat.
I couldn't even soak in peace since the little menace dropped by insisting of me to drink another magical potion that she brewed up. Which clearly had no lasting effects this time because it tasted like soot but I didn't puke. I still felt like shit, but I just smiled and thanked her.
Later when I told Nyla this, she grinned. "She got it in her mind she one day will study magic and be a great healer. Last week it was farming, and she swore she will make that vegetable garden grow with tomatoes," she said, pointing out the window to a sorry excuse of a patch of land with a couple of weeds growing from it.
I wanted to do something.
It's like my lungs couldn't settle right. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't rest, and I couldn't walk or do anything. Maybe it's because what I really wanted was to get out there and go find Helena.
Despite her being capable, she was ill-experienced in the outside world and struggled with people. I didn't want her to be alone for this experience, especially when the world would turn out to be not what she expected.
Maybe I just wanted her because I felt so alone.
I couldn't believe that I got myself into this situation. A couple of days ago, I was a jester in the Royal Court, and now I was known to the public as a fugitive killer who kidnapped a princess.
I groaned, sitting on the chair, hand poised on my face like a tragic character in the play.