In all honesty, she was tired. Closing her eyes didn't help her erase that feeling either, in fact, no amount of rest seemed to cure her of that feeling of lethargy that she was experiencing right now.
It had been a few weeks since the eventful encounter, the encounter that had left quite an impact upon her, literally. Her gaze shifted to her side, and from the shoulder-blade down to her fingertips, her entire left arm had been wrapped in bandages. It was the price Esperia had paid for playing the hero: the loss of her left arm.
Although the people of Hargeon had been grateful for her help, and the hefty reward she earned from the kingdom had helped her with getting a prosthetic, it was still as if she had lost something, a phantom pain that lingered.
It was an odd feeling, even if the prosthetic functioned normally, a mere thought was enough to make her fingers curl up into a fist, but it still felt odd, awkward in a way. Why did she even bother stepping in that day? It had been neither her duty or responsibility to interfere, and yet she did. It was a frustrating thing, that awareness that even if it had not been her responsibility, she was the time to get involved into people's problems even if it was not her business. A gentle sigh escaped her lips, a shake of her head following as she attempted to banish the gloomy thoughts from her mind.