I woke up after a restless night in the inn, and I find that I have earned a new scar, just below my shoulder. It will serve as a memory of that day - that horrid day...how many raids were there? Too many. And I fell as I struggled to help protect...Caernivale or Branishor? I can't remember - but my arm still hurts.

I cleaned around the cut, and I tried cleaning my beautiful bunny clothing too. It's got a rip there, but I don't want to change my clothing. I don't know - I'm just too comfortable with it. And it has certain memories that I treasure.

The pansy tied to my hat is wilting and dying, but I won't throw it away. Like my clothing, it has the most beautiful memory I could ever ask for.

Home.

Something I thought had disappeared along with my happiness. But they're both come back - but has the latter?

That's what I ask myself everytime I think of Trip's impassive face swimming before my eyes.

Ermin