I visited Master Rahmiel today. Master Merosiel was nowhere to be seen; there is some stranger in Master Rahmiel's bed, a fel elf. The sin'dorei is polite, speaks a nearly-accentless Common. I like him, a little, but even being across the room from him pains me so much that even Master Rahmiel cannot help me. I would not ask, even if he could.

I do not think his new friend likes me in turn; I think I have offended him by keeping my distance.

I shamed myself, as well, when we went to hunt demons as an experiment--Master Rahmiel had explained to me that Mister Mathadris needed fel energy now to sustain himself, somewhat akin to how I suffer without emotion even though I keep myself from it zealously.

I am always eager to serve my purpose for Master Rahmiel, but I could not concentrate surrounded by so much fel energy and so many demons. I nearly hurt his friend when I misinterpreted an action of his.

I think Master Rahmiel is disappointed in me.

This hurts worse than Mister Mathadris' presence.