Harvest turns to winter...

Dear Tsiife,

You may never see this letter, but my fingers itched to write to you, so write I will, even if I must seal the letter and hide it deep within my Mog House.

I've worried so much about you lately that I can barely sleep. I know you don't function like a normal person--you probably don't even need to sleep, and you'd probably find my worrying silly or unnecessary... but I can't help it. The Emptiness gnawing away at your soul might be stealing you away from me... and that's something that I realize I can't live with. More and more, I've come to realize how important you are to me... and even if your sweet words were just due to your programming, I've fallen for them anyway.

I wish there was something I could do to help... but I can't really, can I? You're off on a quest to Al'Taieu, to find the answers that can help your condition... and even though Mai and I have both explored the secrets of that place, the impression of it is so powerful that I can't share it. You'll soon realize this for yourself... but will you return to me the Tsiife I learned to care for, or someone else entirely? Or will you even return at all....?

Hurry home, Tsiife... I don't think I can rest until you do.

Sincerely,
Briddy