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"I'm fine..." the Druid replied with a false smile, he didn't want his companion to worry any more than she already did. Truthfully he was a wreck, every time he sees or thinks of the battle it gets more and more detailed than the last. Being a Druid Nevas rarely ever killed someone, usually it was animals, but the times he had to kill a person were borderline nonexistent. Knocked out sure, but never killed. The mage shook the thoughts from his head, dwelling on it would only make it worse, so he focused on getting his gear together for the road ahead.

As they traveled, the PTSD afflicted Druid jumped at sounds that he other wise would've brushed to the side. A bird flapping it's wings to leave it's perch, leaves rustling in the trees as the wind blew passed, the heat of the sun as it climbed higher into the sky started to feel like the fireballs that the mages cast. No, the Druid wasn't okay. But he wasn't going to admit it out loud, he didn't want Marvina to blame herself again.