Leanna did her chores without a word of resentment. She was used to such tasks - a Priestess had to be humble, and had to do everything requested of her. Not that she was a Priestess anymore... That thought choked her up, a writhing mass of guilt and regret in her stomach that wouldn't go away. She tried to restrain herself, but tears began flowing down her cheeks - warm, bitter tears. Rathazul no doubt noticed them, she was sure; he was likely just maintaining a respectful distance, and for that she was grateful.<br/><br/>The fire she'd started was now roaring, a fish roasting over its licking flames. The two of them were seated in silence for a while, Leanna unsure of how to bring herself to tell him that she could no longer offer him her services today. It wasn't that she wanted to... do that... in front of him. It was that stating it out loud would finally solidify the event - would bring it out of the dream world of nightmares into the real world. To her surprise, he was had actually guessed what had happened. "Yes, Rathazul. I need to learn magic. I need to learn spells. If I had had my spells, none of this would have happened. I would have been powerful, not a weakling... I would... still be a Priestess..."