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The life of a convalescent is not for me. The constant sitting around, the idleness, the inactivity, is driving me insane. I long to be out and about again, walking through the grass and along the cobbles, jumping and dancing and riding. I want to feel the pleasant burn in my muscles when I exercise. I want to feel the wind in my hair and the sun on my face. Instead, I feel trapped and shackled.
It's not all bad, though.
Solshildr, though little spoken due to an old injury to her throat, is a lovely woman. One who appreciates my often ribald humour, at least to a degree. The conversations we have had have been short through necessity, but never boring. I do hope she's alright after that adverse reaction to the remedy...
Jackylin is adorable! I don't quite understand what she sees in the doctor, but it's nice to know that someone, at least, hasn't completely written him off. Beyond that, she's kind, if a little dim at times, but always with a smile and a random anecdote to share. Very random.
Elias himself is... Well, very much himself. He doesn't see the world as others do, viewing it as something to be dissected and studied down to the most minute detail. I don't believe that he is incapable of feeling. Rather, I think that he simply feels safer at a distance and fails to understand the finer nuances of personal interaction. I have promised to make him a list of euphemisms to aid him in his ongoing battle against literal-mindedness. It's turning into more of a tome.
Bilda is perhaps my favourite dwarf. True, I have met few, but those I have were always gruff, grumpy, drunkards with more rock dust than brain between their ears. This one, however, is very different. Given to the odd girlish mannerism, especially in the company of a certain other dwarf, I find myself wondering if he is actually a he. Does it matter, really? He's a genuinely likeable fellow.
Toremund and Zeylheim seem nice enough, though I've not spoken much to either.
And then there is Rue... The less said the better about that angry little ball of neurosis.
Confined I may be, but at least there is always something, or someone, to entertain me. And Jackie's notion that the window should be opened to allow Steel to "visit" was a good one, even if the very mention of my steadfast companion brings the doctor out in flop sweat!
If nothing else, it's never dull here.
