On my way home from Stormwind

Seems i have not had the need to pray in these last couple of days... Is that a good or a bad thing i wonder?

Why are our nights aftr a fight so intense and passionet it can leave me all breathles.
We havent really talked more, i let is pass i dont want to fight and argue all the time, we should be years from that...

I just want to enjoy him... for as long as i can.

The trip to Nagrand seemed to be a succes, at least i think he liked it.
Though that silly fool stayed awake all night because he was afraid i might get cold, tried to say it was because the nights in Nagrand could get pretty cold but i think he was afraid of himself.

I need to find a way to help him with that.

The meeting was moved to Shattrah and it was a fair meeting but it sometimes feels like starlight is breaking apart most are at each others throats, they dont like each others and mumles behind each others backs.

I havent seen Milwin in a long time so i am glad i have Jas to talk with this about. He will be a great pathfinder i think, though he is not good at diplomacy and people he dosnt like, what would happen if he got one such as Tahrina i wonder.
Why does so many of them seem to take distance from them, they have always treated me with kindness, but then again i am not excatly well looked upon myself.

I decided to go home after the meeting, told Jas i needed to prepare for tomorrows service well it was partly true.
It wll give him some time to talk with her without feeling guilty...

I just need to find something to keep myself occupied with so my mind dosent wander, maybe i should put the stone away? Will that help or make it worse?
Hmm i wonder if he will tell me if he goes to see her or forget again...
Well i have done what i can now to give him space and i will take of the necklace and the stone to try and forget it all for now.

Hmm might need to say i need the peace for my studies or something or he will get hurt.

I need to calm the inner storm when i get home, but with what? The darkness seem to whisper to me when he is gone, filling my minde with those dreaded images making me faulter in my trust, make me doubt...
This is the lights way of testing my resolve and only one thing can shake it... Him...
When he holds back, tries to spare me, when he just forgets that is when my faith seems to faulter and the dark whispers seems most true.


- The light guide my steeps and keep my soul forever safe.