Carefully laying Comet on the bed beside me, I pulled the covers over his body and slowly made my way to the table and chair he would sit on to talk to me all those weeks ago.
Sometimes I will see him re-reading the letters and smiling softly at them. There are many, many letters he could not read to me and I can't help but be curious about some of them.
Beside the table are empty bowls of cherries that Altair sent to me. I did not think he would actually send but he did and they did save me.
Comet and High Priest Freyr would add them to almost everything and their taste helped me to actually eat something. Perhaps because it can only be grown in a specific place, where the goddess's blessing is the strongest, I feel a little stronger every time I consume them.
Walking to the table, I opened up the drawer and pulled out the neat stack of papers on the left, lying snugly in there and carefully began to go through each letter, one by one.
