June 15, 454 H.E.
Dear Daine,
I never gave you the last letter that I wrote and I don't know if I am disappointed in, or proud of myself. It's the first time that I've ever put the words into writing—I still haven't found the courage to give them voice. It was enough, anyway, and I felt better for a while.
For the first time in years I felt like I could breathe a little easier when I thought of you. To be fair, I think of you always. Every moment of my day you are with me. I wish it were as comforting as it sounds.
Yours,
Numair
