You must bring us, a Shrubbery.

Meditation? Don’t think I’d be very good at that. Not really good at the whole sitting still and clearing my mind thing. Grim said with a chuckle. Though now, upon learning that it might be helpful with his current situation, he was suddenly thinking maybe he should still give it a try.

To be honest there was a part of him that was terrified at the prospects of communicating with who was possessing him. Perhaps that was why he didn’t like the idea of meditation. Not after the way Vassenia described the things he’d said to her while unconscious.

At first he hesitated, Arlathan was in the opposite direction he was headed, as he had to be back in Ferelden to meet up with Vassenia, but if it could help his black outs. Perhaps it was worth going out of his way. Before he could answer, Ruth had spoken up again about how he was headed there after he was done. The dogs would probably feel better if he wasn’t travelling alone, in case he blacked out again.

I don’t mind waiting, I’m not familiar with Arlathan and if I black out at a bad time, at least you’d be there to explain things, and the dogs seem to like you. At that, Cheese Ball wiggled his butt back and forth and looked up at Ruth.