It was a hard week, but at last I had partially recovered from the malnutrition, my problem was my knee, I had tried to walk and I could walk as I had done when I had to travel for those horrible two months, but the limp was more than evident without counting the pain I had when I did it.
At least this week I could be pampered by Gran and I could see him in his training, telling him my boy now didn't make much sense, he had matured, as I never thought he could before, he was much more confident, he had come up with a whole plan to take over Ireland, a quite functional plan that I was proud of.
In all that time he also had to kill in order to survive, unlike me who never cares about the life of someone else, Gran was always more sensitive, so imagine how hard it must have been for him, but what marked me most of what he told me was what Morrigan.
