28th of Ches

It seems I had too much fun last night. I woke up feeling like my head was going to explode and to make matters worse, Wilavor had us up and out early again this morning. Thankfully tonight will be our last night on the road, tomorrow evening we'll be in Thornhold. But knowing that didn't make it any easier to push myself through the morning.

And the sun was entirely too bright for most of the day.

By the afternoon the sun's brightness had finally faded away, some, and I could hear something other than the pounding in my head. I'm thankful that today was another dull day on the road. We made camp, everyone following the same routines. Camp life is incredibly monotonous. I joined Val and his friends for dinner again, but I didn't stay with them late. I wanted to get to bed and prayed that tomorrow I feel better.

I miss home and the church. What was I thinking? I don't really know Val, my feelings for him are just because of Marat. I'm so alone out here.

I have never doubted Marat. Until tonight. Sitting here all alone, writing in a stranger's tent. I can feel the tears ready to spill, again. And I have a feeling I'll be crying myself to sleep tonight.

Z