Vesta sighs and shoves her face into the pillow, groaning. After a few seconds, she looks up again, calm.

“Well, first, Selena requested that I ask for your assistance with any items that may… delay my inevitable death when I’m adventuring with the group. I don’t want to ask that of you. There’s no purpose, I cannot fight, and therefore I should not go. I am just relaying that message.”

She sighs again.

“The thing I do wish to ask your assistance in, however, is keeping an eye on me. Particularly my mental status. I ask this of you as my… friend.”

Vesta begins picking at her nails.

“You’ve probably noticed that I have been exhausted recently. It’s worse than I care to admit to anyone, but Selena lectured me, so I am telling you about it. When I don’t sleep, everything gets worse. I struggle to tell reality from visions, or nightmares, or whatever else is fucking around in my head. I have… bad thoughts. If you could just do me a favor, and keep an eye out, I would appreciate it. I’m about to drink a potion when you leave so that I’m forced to sleep. This may have to become a routine for me.”

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