Journal Log
16.4.2550

I fear I may be dying. I have grown weak, and am unable to keep my meals down. It has taken me the whole of the day to write out even these sparse words. Hellan has been a constant at my side, and says if my spirit is to go between, then she will be at my side to see it there safely.
I cannot say that I agree with her superstitious beliefs, but it is a comfort to know that should this be my last night on Pern, her smiling face will be the last that I see.