I woke up with a headache.
The cottage was clean and the bed comfy, but I could tell I had been here for a while. The sunlight filtered through tree branches and it hurt to look anywhere, so I closed my eyes again. Trying to remember with closed eyes hurt less, but it was no more successful. I just couldn't remember what happened.
My clan sent me to report on the happenings of the human's great conclave and to write down what happened. I remember that. I was meant to be a scribe of the history in progress, so that the elves are not excluded as they so often have been. Well, I can tell historic events have happened. There is a hole in the sky and my hand has been embedded with a Fade-Mark and I have no idea how or why. How's that for history?
I heard a door open, so I opened my eyes. A young female elf walked in, carrying linens. Apparently, I scared her, being awake. She tells me I have slept for three days.
I'm guessing slept was a euphemism for dying from how much my head still hurts.
Dressing myself in some clothes that looked like they were left for me, I noticed a note on the corner of the desk from one healer to another, tracking my progress. Yes, I definitely had been dying.
My head hurts, but I don't feel like I'm dying just now.
I wonder why that is.
Day 2 –There aren't enough supplies for the number of people here, so I spent the afternoon walking afield searching for elfroot patches in the snow. My headache has not dissipated either, so I hoped there might be a sprig or two of royal elfroot, but if there was, I couldn't find it. The apothecary had a pinch left which he gladly gave me when I arrived with all the other leaves, but it hasn't done anything for the pain so far.
An elven mage named Solas looked after me during my time in prison. He is a major reason I didn't succumb to whatever happened during the explosion, I am told. He suggested that sleep would restore me, especially since I am now physically connected to the Fade. During sleep, my ethereal body returns to the Fade, so as my physical body rests, my spirit too will heal and thus, my headaches should be less. As I have been careful not to mention the headache, I will assume his keen observation noted my wrinkled brow or some other clue. I'll try to be more cautious.
These days have been exhausting, so tonight I'll have an early night and see if it helps.