Jun 5, 2014
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There’s no date or weather report on this one. The writing is jagged.
He still sleeps. I want to wake him, but Papalymo says it’s best not to disturb him. He probably hasn’t slept in all this time. Not since Ifrit. Gods, how good it is to see his face again and know it’s him. Really, honestly him.
He’ll need food. I’ll make him mulled tea, maybe a souffle if he feels strong enough. What he’s been through… what he’s had to witness… I wouldn’t wish on anyone. But he’s safe. That’s all that matters to me.
Welcome home, Thancred.