How to Worry Yourself to Death
Anabel was working diligently at her bench. Maybe a little too diligently. She checked, rechecked, and then triple checked her work and still she was not sure what she was doing.
She was distracted.
She stopped. Took some exaggerated breaths and forced her eyes to focus. She actually had her focus split and was "working" and trying to make sure that Jolan did not overdo his sparring.
She knew, innately, that knowledge and abilities would come back to him rather quickly but she had not realized they would return as quickly as they had. Now she was worried that he would hurt himself all over again but in different ways.
She knew she was being irrational and that Allistar would not allow anything to happen to either Amethyst or Jolan.
But wasn't that insanity. Allistar split Amethyst's soul in two to achieve his personal goal.
'Stop worrying. They are both okay and I will not do anything to harm them or allow them to be harmed. Trust me.'
