"I must have been tired," Krakas mused, claws clasped together and head bowed. "The work is always harder the first day. I must have forgotten something. It must have been Rughoi's sprain. He's such a good child, never complaining about it. I saw it, however, on the road west. Every day I tended to it, except I must have been forgetful the last day. Oh, Hetuis take me! How could I have been so irresponsible!?" she cried, humming a soft hymn to herself.