The next month flew by in a blur. At first, I loved the idea of lying down in bed all day while my needs get attended to. But over the first week or so, I began to get irritated. I longed to go out. To see the sun. To see the moon. And to feel the cold air blow across my face. It was one agonizing month for recuperating.
However, three days ago, I began walking. Though it was only a few steps at a time, I still relish the thought of having that alone time outside. Maria always tagged along, but on the first day, I went out with Eragon. And as it happened, we came across Dimera. Weird as it may seem, she ignored us and didn't even spare me a glance. It unsettled something in me because this was not the Dimera I was used to.
I wanted to talk to Eragon about it, but decided against it. It d
