"It matters little whether my flesh needs rest, the purpose demands and I must follow, for I am not used up yet." Morr answered mechanically "Besides that, I had enough rest when I was guarding milady Mary in the hospice."<br/><br/>But perhaps not enough that he began to see illusions that, if he had reacted more violent, could have led to some serious and even mortal injuries to those around him.<br/><br/>Perhaps, for the sake of those the purpose demanded he protect, he should rest...<br/>Perhaps, he felt even worse than he thought, his head spinning, his chest...<br/><br/>His chest- his ribs!<br/><br/>Unclasping the lowest part of the breastplate, Morr felt for the bandages, bringing his hand back up, he beheld an exorbitant amount of blood.<br/>"Brother Al, brother... unfortunate soul, I fear my reckless flight from the illusion had caused my wounds to open again, a mistake worthy of a knave, I must admit to my shame. Farewell, I will now make my way for the hospice and the care of brother Blake again." Morr gave a court bow, before going on his way.