Things are quiet.
I went to check on Mister Aeru a few nights back. After hearing Miss Ruevir say he was laid up in bed, I was worried. She wouldn't say what was wrong with him, which only made me worry all the more. I may not know the man too well, but he's been nice and amiable and at times strangely warm. Despite his bad behavior that one evening in Mister Dimheim's study. He had some bandages round his chest, but he seems to be in one piece and like he'll be all right. I'm sure part of my wanting to check on him is because I still feel bad that I threw him out of the boarding house. He fell asleep practically in the middle of talking to me, poor man. Mister Dimheim didn't seem like he wanted company of his own, so I took my leave and went home.
The house has been feeling awfully empty with Master Maurr away, and Master Tumunir being scarce. There's less work to do, since I only have one bed to make up and one extra mouth to feed. It leaves me with time to think, and I don't like that sometimes.
I think I might advertise and offer to sell some knitted things for the winter coming up. I don't need the coin so much as I need something to do. Knitting is relaxing and helps my mind sort of drift to a place where everything is quiet and I don't think on any one particular thing. And then I have something useful to give to another, and that always feels good.
(a portion of writing here is scribbled out, a few words perhaps still legible; "Pa", "Ma", and "memory")
Dear Master Tumunir finally bumped into me again last night. He seemed a little more downcast than usual, and then he said he hated autumn because "everything is dying". I tried to cheer him by saying that things don't always die in the autumn, they just go to sleep for the winter. I don't think it helped much. I don't much like winter, either. I had brought some fresh apple tarts from my trip to Bree, so I shared those with him to try and ease his mood. I wish I had the guts to ask him to visit Wistmead and harvestmath with me. I like his company because he doesn't expect me to talk a lot and he doesn't seem to mind when I'm clumsy or unsure of myself. I feel like something is weighing on him right now, but I don't know what it is, and he didn't have much to say when I asked what was bothering him. I told him he can always tell me anything.
Oh, we even got a letter from Master Maurr! I were was so excited to receive it, I could hardly keep from ripping it open like a madwoman. It took me a few tries to get through it, as reading is still a challenge for me, especially with handwriting I'm not used to. He left some kind words in there for Master Tumunir, too, and I read them to him last night. He huffed and chuffed and acted like it was nothing, but I know it must touch that crusty old heart of his somewhere. Sweet Master Maurr, he said he's got the yarn he promised me, and I can't wait to see it!
The Soothery seems quieter these past few days. I'm not sure I've seen anyone going in or out besides Miss Rue and one or two others. I hope it's a good chance for Mister Dimheim to get some rest and some time to himself. But on the other hand, I know he was worrying for coin not so long ago. I wonder if anyone took him up on those lessons he offered?
