I wake the next morning to Blithe crying and stand. Something in my stomach rises and I run to the bathroom before doubling over. Confused, I sit there for a few minutes before washing my mouth out and trudging towards Blithe's room.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
It's like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
