Saun 4 717, 9th Break
Location: Nidhoffnir
Kayleigh had woken up about a Break ago and found that the tavern had been surprisingly quiet, considering there had always been usually some sort of excitement going on. She didn't deem it necessary to check it out though, on the contrary she welcomed the quiet for once. It brought to her a solitude that she hadn't felt in a while, even if she needed to get back out there again. Higan still hadn't turned up here and Kay could've swore up and down, that she had searched all over Uthaldria for him by now. Maybe he hadn't came up this way after all, unless she'd been searching in all the wrong places.
The bard looked to her razor on the table next to her, then to the outer edge of her left palm next. Already the thin cut she made the other day seemed to heal, even then it didn't change the fact she'd only recreate it once again. Debate slammed hard on her mind as she took the blade and looked at its edge, her mind reflective towards the memory of her uselessness last season. She'd learned quite a bit when she came to Uthaldria, met a few interesting people along the way even. Yet she had much to learn, and she first had to conquer her own fears. Carefully Kayleigh took the razor and angled its tip, and with a light press at the outer reaches of her palm, she slowly made that same thin cut across the surface of her skin.
She'd only done it a couple of times before, the first she had to let fully heal from almost cutting too deep. That definitely garnered a bit of mirth for Balfrik, as he was the one who patched her up while she freaked out frantically. Of course she had to come up with a lie of a sort and label herself 'clumsy' to the Lotharro, still ever since then he's always found a reason to laugh a little upon seeing her. With a clench of her jaw she hissed from the surface cut she'd made, the same washcloth from before used to catch the small drips of blood that slowly trickled on her skin. She shivered as she watched it, forced herself to face the fact that she was in fact bleeding. Not a dangerous amount thankfully, but even a bare minimum of blood put her on the edge.
"This is blood." Kayleigh reminded herself as she watched some of the drops seep into the cloth. "This is my blood." She paced her breathing as her heart drummed swiftly within her chest, the panic in the back of her mind eager to brim at the surface. "It's nothing to be afraid of. It's nothing to be afraid of." Images of that day in Ymiden flashed into her head, mainly the parts where blood had been too copious for her to deal. Her breath skipped a bit when she took in air, and when she pressed the cloth against her hand she sighed with eyes closed. "It's just blood..." Even then her mentality still got the best of her, but slowly she was coping with it on her own.
After she used what was left of the bandage roll Balfrik gave her from the first time, Kayleigh got out of bed and rested the washcloth in the drawer of the bedside table. She then proceeded to put on her blouse and breeches next, and then finally slipped out the door when her boots were on. Before she actually left though she looked to her sword, and after some thought decided to carry it with her. To her surprised the place seemed pretty calm in the main hall, not too many Lotharro seemed energetically involved in any sort of brawl. Probably because Saun proved too hot for it. When she reached the bar she smiled and greeted Bal with a request for water, a quick tuck of her hand behind her elbow to hide the fact she'd bandaged it again.
"How's the hand?" He teased her as he went to pour her a glass.
"Shut up." She remarked as she casually turned around to avoid eye contact, last thing she wanted was to be caught hiding the new cut. "Thank you!" Kayleigh added as she slid two coppers on the counter, although to her regret she'd forgotten to use her right hand instead of her left.
