Part 467: Cordelia B

*Grunt* Oomph!

Cordelia, let me help you!

Ah, Libra. Thank you. They ARE rather heavy.

Every time I see you, you're hard at work on one chore or another.

In such times of strife, it seems almost immoral to sit around and do nothing.

The gods do frown on sloth, it's true. But they also dislike stubborn pride. You mustn't overdo it, Cordelia. You've been rather ashen of late.

It's true I haven't been sleeping well. Whenever I close my eyes, I can't help thinking horrible thoughts about the future.

That is a troublesome thought. Are you eating three square meals?

Er, sort of?

Unacceptable.

No, I'm fine.

Cordelia, put those crates down, and return your billet right away.

But-

No buts!

...But I can't leave you to do all this by yourself!

That was a but! ...And ironic, coming from you. Who is the woman who insists on doing every job herself? The one too foolish or proud to ask for help?

Er... me?

Yes, you. Cordelia, you have to learn to look after yourself. Now get something to eat and lie down! I'll be over later with a concoction.

Oh, if you insist...