Lately I have noticed I am more tired than usual, though I am unsure if it is a remnant of the cured affliction, or if I am attempting to do more than I am able. Last night I had come to a lesson on fire-weaving, held by Nystia in celebration of Midsummer, and made a fool of myself with an unlit torch. I had thrown it into the air and watched carefully where it had gone to catch it, but misjudged where it was in my fatigue... it landed on my nose instead of in my hand, and I fell down in surprise.
Tired and embarassed, I excused myself from the others there to retire to my hut for the night. I will seek out Nystia another time to learn how to juggle the torch, when I have my wits about me.