A wise man in my past life said that sleep is a myth.
I remember scoffing at him, thinking he must have gone mad. A person cannot cope without sleep.
But I believe him now.
My body was screaming, protesting, and begging to stay under the warm cover. But duty calls. Hence, I was out of bed before the sun could rise.
The water was cold enough to wake my spirit and allowed me to make a decision on who was the last person I could bring for the quest.
Fifi and I were a package.
I had also considered the two of us leaving the rest of them to stay. But my conscience wouldn't have it.
I know Fifi might call me biased after this, but I needed to have this other person around for my sanity and focus.
Else, I would end up worrying about her the most.
Once we delivered Bronn back to him unscathed, the governor promised a hefty sum. I chose not to tell my companions about that.
