[Fool Of A Took]

Grimm was so tired. He thought he heard a voice outside but he was too tired to get up. Maybe it's Cree, and she might need help. I just can't ignore her. He rose up and walked to the door. He was right, Cree stood outside, but she didn't seem to be sick this time, actually, she smiled.

Grimm smiled to her, but still couldn't understand what was wrong now. Though this Inn was nice, it had only been problems here since he came. His mood sank, and he could picture Rohan in his mind. The open fields, the sun, all the horses. His mind came back to reality and he looked at Cree. "You feel better now?" He waited for Cree to say anything.