Sure, they had made it away from that hellhole of a manor and back to Rauru safe and sound, but it didn't exactly make Tiketh feel any better. He still felt completely awful, sick to the stomach with an almost constant headache that made him wish he could just remove his head entirely to remedy it. The sickness lessened as they traveled the length of the way to Rauru, but by the time they reached town it still had not gone away completely. "I think I caught something while we were there," he said, rubbing his nose, "A cold or something. I feel terrible." Maybe part of it had been psychological even. He had just gone toe to toe with Take again and managed to wal away unscathed. He'd seen friends get hurt and his old home burned down to the ground. It was a lot to take in and hard to accept. He still felt so awful, so sad to think about all of it. He knew he didn't have much of a home before, always wandering from place to place, but now... it was as if seeing that last remnant of a home destroyed that it was finally sinking in that... Tiketh didn't belong anywhere. "Or maybe I'm just feeling down," he admitted, deciding he might as well bring that up and not hide how he was feeling, "I think after a rest and maybe something to eat, I'll be okay?"He tried to cheer up, a smile on his face, "We can find a place to rest for a while and I can play us some music. I still have my fiddle with me." He hadn't been up to playing it in quite some time and he was truly starting to miss its soothing melody. Maybe Sira and Zimo would appreciate it even. He couldn't recall if either of them had ever even heard him play. It was probably best to try and put this all behind them and look ahead to something nicer and happier.