"I woke up like this, at the Eye of the North. A searing wound on my chest that my healing magic works little on."

"Aurene was there, helped heal what she could. The rest will come with time. My... Friends. They were there too, reminded me what happened. But..."

"I remember it all, up until Bangar shot me with Eir's bow. That fire magic, that's probably why the wound still burns. My magic is part fire, perhaps that's why it won't work. Aurene doesn't have a hold over water or ice magic yet either."

"It wasn't just Bangar that did this to me though. Rytlock, and Crecia... They both attacked me. Along with the Whisper. They're all why I'm like this."

"I talked to them, along with Braham and Jhavi, they were relieved to see me alive. And I... It was hard to put on a face. They saw through it anyway."

"They could see I was hurt, more than physically. I just... Wanted those two to go. In my heart I know it wasn't them, it was Jormag. But that doesn't ease the apprehension I feel around them."

"Time, on my own. That's all I asked, aside from where my armour was. Turns out most of it didn't survive the onslaught of the Whisper, Sohothin, Flame magic and Eir's bow."

"Before Rytlock and Crecia left, they offered to get it repaired. What's the point? It won't protect me from that again. Then Rytlock insisted he would get me some new armour, sturdier than what I had."

"He wants to make up for what he did, that's just who he is. Alright, I said. But I still wanted to be alone. To heal."

"On they went, I heard Braham talking to Rytlock too. Something about repurposing his old gauntlets, and Jhavi mentioning about Vigil supplies, they were out of earshot before I could hear anything else."

"...Something that Crecia said weighed on my mind too. A charr civil war. Burn me, and I can't do anything to help, injured like this. I have to rest, wait. Be there when I can, hopefully not too late."

"...This is a disaster."