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The girl had a fleeting thought to turn to Naria for help, but it didn't linger in her mind for long. - I... I'm fine. I'm slowly getting used to the normal world, to civilization. Thank you for thinking of me, Klin.
—Glad to hear it. It seems to me that in Margel, more has changed in three months than in all the previous years of my life. And, by the way, here. —He hands over Humbaba's clothes, traveler's boots, and a second diary. —It's not the best outfit, of course, but it will protect you from both heat and cold. The boots are for walking through autumn puddles without catching a cold. And the diary... well, to write down your thoughts and things like that. When I turned to "it," it took me a long time to get used to my new voice. But it helped a little. Sometimes you think that all you've had in life is bad, because under the pressure of difficult trials, the soul turns black. But with this, I sometimes return to my childhood and youth, or maybe even to the future? —who knows?—and despite everything, I can find something bright and lively that gives hope. Or you can burn the pages in the fire; they are endless anyway, and that also calms the mind.