I had lost so much blood, it was weeks before I could really fly any distance again. And because I hadn't flown, it took weeks more to get my strength and stamina up. It gave me a lot of time, sitting around the aerie, doing stupid ground-bound duties. And thinking.

I forget an awful lot of what went on... wish I'd kept up with things here, written things down. But it's easy to get lost in the day to day. After all I'd gone through... very little really stood out as special, anymore. Things in Crag were pretty normal, I guess. I stayed out of the fights, for once. I didn't need to do them so much anymore. Being Khasra's mate helped, since he was pretty important. But people knew I was serious, when I fought.

I really hated healing. It itches, and you have to lay around a lot, and I hate that. But Khasra and I spent a lot of time together, which was nice. And he covered me, a lot, which was really nice. I had kind of given up on ever having offspring... I was too torn up inside from what Sharrah had done. But it still bothered me a lot. I thought about stealing an egg from one of the other aeries, but... it didn't seem like it would work very well. Even if I could get away with it... would I really want a weakling Windhaven or Grylra gryphlet?

It wasn't long before the choice was made for me.