Things are not going well. I thought being discharged from the force was the best thing that happened to me. I never thought that Dora and Fiona would be the ones bearing the burden.
My daughter, Fiona, shows no signs of recovery from her illness. She stayed home for the day again. When I saw her in the morning, she looked even more drained and feeble than yesterday. She could barely move when I saw her this morning. I went to kiss her goodbye before going out to look for work. When she saw me, she summoned all her strength just to sit up. So I gave her the rest of the health potion from yesterday and left her to rest.
Once again, I couldn’t find much work inside Whiterun. Belethor didn’t need me, neither did Arcadia. I ventured out to the plains again, hoping I could find something that could earn me some septims. I thought maybe I could kill a few wolves and sell the pelts; or maybe mine some iron ores to sell to the smith. I couldn’t go very far. The wound from the deer started acting up. I couldn’t mine or hunt anything.
I returned to Whiterun empty handed at dusk. I didn’t even have enough septims to buy another health potion for Fiona…
Dora made dinner with the leftover deer from yesterday. But, she didn’t want Fiona to eat it. So, she went out and borrowed some septims from Arcadia to buy Mudcrab soup for Fiona.
Divines help me…
16th of Last Seed.
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