I didn't make it, though. By the time I arrived at the hospital, Fela was dead and buried. Sim had nearly thrown himself off from the top of the archive and wouldn't talk to me any more. He explained that everything about me remembered him of how he hadn't been able to help her and shut the door in my face.
"Give him some time," advised Willem, sagely "give yourself some time." He eyed me up and down. "You look like you should spent some time in the hospital even though you found a remedy against the Caluptenian Craziness. Where is it anyway?"
"Awryl has it," I said gasping, sinking down at the wall next to Simmons door. "It is nice of you, Wil, to try distracting me from the fact that I will never see Fela laugh again. That I was to late."
Wil didn't say anything.
"What's on your mind," I asked surprised, "I would have expected some contradiction."
"Do you plan to disappear again any time soon?" he asked sourly. "After all we've been through because of you, can't you even sent a runner with a tiny hint that you are off to search a plant you've read of?"
"I can't," I said icily, "not if I were not sure if the plant existed in the first place. I thought I was gooing to die sooner than finding a remedy."
"We actually thought you died!" Wil thundered at me, "There were rumours Awryl had burnt your body to prevent a plague! As they did with Fela's! Why the hell did you not tell us? We could have helped you! We could have searched as well! Better than sitting at your friend's deathbed, not able to help her, not allowed to touch her, just watching her as she slowly forgets about you!"
Simmon's door reopened.
"Go somewhere else to argue," he said, his eyes red with tears.
"Kraem," said Willem and walked off.
So did I, but in the opposite direction. The saddle pouches of Viari's horse weighted heavily on my back as I made my way towards the archives. I had an oath to keep.