Micaiah, tired and sore from a long day of work in the city, steps into the tranquil silence of her study in Castle Daein. She's feeling drained from being needed by literally everyone for everything - an augury, a touch of magical healing, or even just her advice. Sothe had often warned her to slow down, that she couldn't help the people of Daein if she overworked herself to death. It was a fair point, but...