Found:
I was allowed outside for the first time since arriving here. Bilda, industrious darling that he is, managed to get me there. True, it was uncomfortable and undignified to be perched upon a chair strapped to the back of a dwarf like an overly large rucksack, and I resent not being able to get around without the use of my own two feet, but it was worth it. To feel the grass beneath my hands and toes! To feel the breeze in my hair and the sun on my skin! It was glorious! Though short lived. I was taken back inside far too soon.
Thankfully, Elias had been locked away in his study all day, so he didn't notice my brief dwarf-powered excursion. However, his single-minded obliviousness brought issues of its own.
Jackylin and Bilda are both terribly worried about the wound on his leg, which he refuses to let anyone take a look at. The young lovers ended up bickering about it within the confines of the study, resulting in her storming out. I've not seen her since, so it must have been quite bad. Shortly thereafter, Bilda threatened to quit his job if Elias did not submit to an examination on the morrow, citing Elias' reticence as obstruction of his education and breach of contract. A canny one, that dwarf. I suspect his threat will work, but none of us will know until tomorrow.
Meanwhile, I silently plot my escape from this place. I am grateful for what they have done and continue to do. I could not ask for better carers during my convalescence and yet...
And yet I hate being cooped up like this.
And yet I despise being in a position so vulnerable.
And yet they knowingly and willingly place themselves and their other patients at risk by allowing Ruevir entry to this place.
I am unsettled. I am trapped. I have no adequate way to protect myself. Certainly, my quill is sharp and I have few qualms about jabbing it in his/her eye if necessary, but in a place of healing, no one should be put in a position that would make such a move warranted or needed.
I don't like this at all.
