I can't explain how relieved I am to be home. That damned blizzard lasted for two full days! I couldn't find anywhere to sleep or rest, so I dragged myself through the nights, shivering, my stomach growling for anything. What a miserable trip. At least the storm lifted as I neared Whiterun. Even with how weary I was, I was nearly running...well, as much as one could run with a broken leg and a crutch.
Brelyna, Lucia, and Lydia took me to the healers right away, and they've set the bone properly. It should be healed over the next week or so. At least I have an excuse to stay longer.
Unfortunately, most of the coin I had brought back with me, from the bounty, had to be put into the house, and I'm left with hardly anything. I can't afford to propose to Brelyna on our anniversary and I'm crushed. We spoke a lot today, and she was hinting about marriage. I don't know if she's going to ask me, or she was trying to get me to ask her. I wish I could afford to ask her, I wish I could prove that I'll be reliable, but this war is ruining everything.
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