24.Aug.12, 11:06 PM
Lymsleia leaned on the door to the room. She was a Healer and had as much right to be here as anyone else. But it was Sanderon she came to see. To speak to. "Umm,, Sanderon, was it... mind if I come in?" her voice was meek, though still passionately alive with a vibration which might have been a desire to live. A few sniffles, "Look I am sorry I..." she drew a breath and struggled to collect her self.
"I want to say I am sorry I did, what I did.. I mean I am sorry.. that messed up, not sorry that I spoke out... though I am sorry about what happened to you." She opened the dor and stepped in. "I know the pain of that--" she raised an eyebrow like an upset head woman. " You've not touched for your food, Sanderon.."
"I want to say I am sorry I did, what I did.. I mean I am sorry.. that messed up, not sorry that I spoke out... though I am sorry about what happened to you." She opened the dor and stepped in. "I know the pain of that--" she raised an eyebrow like an upset head woman. " You've not touched for your food, Sanderon.."