I do not know if it is the constant motion of the ship or simply part of her condition, but Kolbrá has had difficulty these last couple of days. She has been favoring her right side more and it appears to me that she is in pain. I would ask if there was anything I could do but I have hesitated. The more her body fights her, the deeper the determination in her piercing black eyes. Her face becomes a challenge to the world and I find myself unable to stand to it.
Last night she was unable to sleep, and I joined her at the front of the ship for a time. She asked me to tell her some stories from Cavae, to take her mind off of her worries.
I am a dreadful storyteller, but I did my best. Perhaps it even worked.
Thinking of my home hurts. I miss my clan, the sense of knowing who I am and what my place in the world is. The farther away we travel, the more I question my decision to leave. It seems like cowardice now, to allow myself to be bullied into giving up everything. Perhaps it is better that my family think I am dead... but I am not as sure now that it is.