I apologize for not writing yesterday, I did not get an opportunity too. So today I will first write the events of yesterday.

We were attacked mid-afternoon, not by boars, or dungeoneers, or something else of that vein. We were attacked by a small tribe of goblins. I couldn’t track exactly how many there were, but it was at least thirteen. First, they surrounded Par and I, before slowly splitting us apart during the fighting.

I had never fought before, so there wasn’t much I could do but hold them off. The trees and other plants seemed to recognize my plight and assisted me in little ways with a well-placed root or branch.

The fighting lasted well into the night, before the goblins numbers started to dwindle, and then they started to run. Once the goblins were all gone, I collapsed, falling asleep instantly due to my exhaustion.

I woke up to Par standing guard over me, his body covered in cuts, bruises, and scabs. I believe many of his bones to be broken. Par managed to fashion a splint for his left arm and right leg, as well as bandage most of his injuries, but he obviously hasn’t slept. I regret not learning any kind of magic before now, perhaps it could have turned the tide sooner

I told him to go rest, which is met with some objection at first, but he eventually concedes.

I am physically fine, no injury to speak of. But I am starving, not as bad as the time with the storm, but getting close. Unfortunately, the berries aren’t ripe yet so I had to look around for some food. I didn’t find any. instead, I found the corpses of several goblins, I didn’t bother counting how many, all dragged into a pile and just left there. Somewhere around there i find the old rusted sword Par found, broken into several pieces, along with several other weapons, most rusted and/or in pieces.

Eventually, I did find some food, some nuts from one of the first trees I grew. I ate about half of them from the tree before I was satisfied, planting the rest.

Once I was full I went to check on Par, he was laying down, reading. Seeing his battered and slightly swollen form I desired nothing more that to be able to heal him. At that moment I felt a tug inside me. I ignored it as I stared at Par, he was healing, his bones resetting and mending, bruises fading, and cuts healing closed. By the time he was fully healed I felt hungry again, not as hungry as before, but I would estimate I was about a quarter down.

Nothing really happened for the rest of the day, it was business as usual for the most part. I spent some time healing some of the plants that got damaged before spending time feeding some of the younger ones my mana.

As for the corpses, we just left them alone, not knowing what to do with them.

I am tired, so I will stop writing here.