Carana's mother almost cried when we were ready to leave. She embraced her daughter as if she would never see her again... Her father remained silent ever since we saw him at breakfast today. He just nodded at me when we finally left on our carriage. I nodded back.
The same coachman who drove us to Astatik is driving us back right now. We should be arriving at Mirnda's Inn pretty soon. Carana is sleeping on my left shoulder. Hmmm... Her head feels warmer again. I hope her condition won't get worse on the journey home.
Hm, I remember this spot from when we drove the other direction. I think it was th--.
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