The surmounting stress of your situation was becoming too much to handle. There was a storm of emotions running rampant within that you were desperate to suppress. You felt that there were greater concerns. Your party couldn’t afford for you to crumble. You needed to be strong. For them. For everyone.

This internal struggle was becoming apparent to the Withers. You were growing distant with the party. Your usual quips replaced by silence. The smile that once brightened your face with warmth was now barely a curl of the lips. Exhaustion etched your face with cruel lines while stifled pain made a home within your eyes. The wall you had built was cracking. You were going to break.

An unexpected concern gnawed at Withers pushing him to check on you. Once everyone settled for the evening, he found himself standing by your side. The enigmatic presence was almost comforting

“Thou shouldst be aware that it is alright to allow thyself to unravel. Even slightly so.”