The 22nd Day of the 8th Moon of the Year
Franklin was extremely pleased when I asked him if he would teach me how to fight. He said we will start tomorrow by practicing the fencing skills I learned back home. He is still watching practically everything I do though. I did catch him taking a quick nap this morning. When I came back from the wash room after bathing, his eyes were closed while he leaned against the wall next to the window. I pretended not to notice as I tried to be a bit louder than usual, having a feeling Franklin would not be happy if he slept much longer. I felt bad about waking him up, but I could tell he was distraught from even the small amount he did sleep. I am hoping to use the time he is teaching me to fight to figure out what has been bothering him. I saw him fiddling with a piece of cloth, but the moment I started walking towards him he stuffed it into his pocket and pretended it was never there. I knew better than to ask what it was at the moment, but I might be able to get him to tell me tomorrow. After lunch, we are going to be helping the healer again. I pray that Sarah is doing better than yesterday.
Later: We…we will not have time for the lessons tomorrow…we will be starting our travels again. Sarah…Sarah’s soul has left us. Franklin and I were next to her when it happened. I watched as her chest stopped rising. Despite the lack of emotion on her face previously, it looked as though even her expression lapsed and left her. It felt as though I could feel and see her soul leaving her body. I know Franklin saw the same things I did, because he instantly reached out and guided me away. After that, I am not sure exactly how we got back to the inn, but that is where we are now. No one has said anything other than Franklin announcing we will be continuing on tomorrow. It almost seems heartless of him, but I know he has a reason and maybe getting on the road again will help us keep our mind off of everything…I hope…
