Oddly enough, Tolten found himself feeling less...well...empty and numb and apathetic as he had been. He'd even picked at his breakfast. Tonight, he decided, he would leave his room. He could only wallow in misery and self pity for so very long, after all.

He was a king of Uhra. He was strong. He could be strong.

He even walked under his strength today, his wounds having healed enough. He still felt miserable, of course, but he could stand. That was an improvement. He sat down as soon as he was able to, though.

He supposed he ought to apologize to those he'd been avoiding and letting down of late. Perhaps he'd leave a note on the bulletin...

[Free!]