The paper was unharmed, likewise the soul and spirit. Such as it is, you can be reassured. Prassenze wasn't such a terror that one slip of paper was in danger. She didn't douse the room in water or fire or tearing winds or falling stones, which was rather helpful too.
It was more tiring than it should have been, but I suspect that in part is the fault of the train and Alem being not so far behind us. Not even two handfuls of days? Between Hell and holding back Ratkingoo's forces, and the restless sleep that followed, it's no surprise.
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It was more tiring than it should have been, but I suspect that in part is the fault of the train and Alem being not so far behind us. Not even two handfuls of days? Between Hell and holding back Ratkingoo's forces, and the restless sleep that followed, it's no surprise.