[Cael] Letter to Thraeda

Cael

[In childishly painstaking handwriting, on plain parchment.]

Thraeda,

To help take your mind off the past. It’s ok. You’ve got friends now. We’re in the present together. This is briarthorn. If you cut it and put it on a woond it will help it heal faster. 

-CAEL

[Enclosed is… a dented helmet turned into a pot, with a little thorny seedling growing in it.]