Sometimes I feel it, then doubt it. I don't know exactly what that feeling is, but it's so unpleasant it's like being caught in a dilemma. Are my sensibilities starting to take sides? Balancing everything inside me.
Gretta was arranging the flowers she had just gotten from one of the servants. The flowers Shan had picked up yesterday were wilted and needed to be replaced.
After helping to find Mat with the Amethyst ability still inside her, Gretta didn't feel as calm as before anymore. There was unrest in the depths of her heart.
"Ahk!" she whispered, pulling her hand away from the flower stems. It turned out that there was a flower with a thorny stem there, she did not notice because she was not focused on the movement of her hand.
