Arete gave another soft sigh, stumbling tiredly to her feet. She wandered back into the house, noting the package on the table with another frown. Silently, she picked it up and wandered down the warm stone slabs to her basement, placing it by another 25 or so oddly wrapped packages of medicine. Then she steadily wandered back inside and settled on her slab, staring into the wall. She looked at the vial of poison on her wall for the umpteenth time, then began cooking some tea for herself, wondering if this time she would toss the vial in. No. The woman finished her bread and tea in silence then went to bed.<br/><br/>A few days later, Arete perched ontop of a tall pillar towards the edge of the city. She looked down quietly, blood dripping from her cheek. The flight/walk here hadn't been easy, but she was determined to prove Satoshi and the healer wrong. She didn't need any medicine. Ever. Shaken, Arete settled cross legged and waited to see if anyone needed her. if not, she could start the journey home.