"Yeah, yeah.. I'm awake...." Gill tried to sound nonchalant as Sir Prize braced her up against the wall, "I know the.... driiiiiilllll." the last word came out as a slow groan as she tried to find where her hands had wandered off to so she could hold her head. Another protest was drowned out as a bottle was pressed against her mouth. She could scent the healing potion and reluctantly gulped it down. She didn't want to be relying on this guy, didn't like owing him, having some stranger worrying over her. Made her feel awkward, and useless, like she couldn't take care of herself after... well she couldn't, but this wasn't so bad, she'd been hit in the head before, she could weather this. But she did not like having strange people concerned over her like it was any of their business. Not that having Rachel weeping and calling her name was any better. "I'm fine... I'm fine..." finally her hand found her... face... And wouldn't go any higher. just... nope, put it down, open your eyes... She could barely make out anything, the voices were swimming and blurring from a long way off, the darkness seemed to be physically tearing at her brain, her eyes ached from the strain of keeping them open. "What..?" What did she say? Gill felt a light pushing the darkness away, ripping it back away from her aching brain. "...home..." "Home? What? No... mmm..." she knew what Rachel was doing, trying to keep her awake through talk. It was a good idea, but not home, don't talk about it... too painful. "It sucks... this sucks..." she tried to talk anyways, maybe dwelling on the pain a little would wake her up, "I... come from a small village...mmm.... was a tomboy... da' and the other men, all mercenaries... but we got pride, a code, no taking... dirty or suspicious jobs, yeh know. Many were in the war for a bit. Mm.... Mum was the village healer... taught me some.... wish I'd paid more attention back then, but I thought... mmm, time takes so much away from one when they aren't looking... Din's fire! I hate this... Life is so meaningless... there's no hope, no cheerr..." Pausing to claw at the side of her face, as if she could pull the darkness away, Gill paused in the rambling. She couldn't continue on this track, she wouldn't let a knob on the head addle her into revealing things she'd rather keep to herself. "There's no point, who cares..." shut up shut up! "Family's dead now.... just me... living, but... not... that's why... I want this... to find them, because otherwise I have nothing to look for, no goal to fulfill... some days I just want to sleep... and not wake up for a thousand years... I'm so tired.... all the time... and angry... at nothing... I can't see any beauty in the world anymore, can't enjoy anything.... I'm so tired of being empty." Where did whats-his-face go? Oh, right... Rachel said something about the healing house... he must have gone.... for help. "Where does he get off? "Sister" indeed. Haven't even introduced... I hate overly friendly people.... got no sense of personal space... Can't read the mood...." She couldn't go much further. The soft light in her mind helped, but she was feeling the exhaustion dragging her down deeper. She could barely see Rachel's face in front of her.