“Are you okay?” Janet asked when I collapsed on top of the bed in pure exhaustion, staring up at the ceiling with my eyes stinging from unshed tears.
“No, I am not okay,” I answered genuinely. “How am I supposed to be in charge of everyone if they all keep fighting like this? The worst part is that I have no idea what to do or give out as a punishment for what just happened.”
There was silence as Janet looked at me with understanding.
“You’ll get there. You shouldn’t have to pressure yourself over this,” she told me as she took a lock of my hair and twirled it around her fingers.
“I don’t even have to pressure myself before the pressure catches up with me,” I said with a shake of my head. “I have no idea what to do.”
“I know what you should do,” Janet replied with a coy smile on her face as she stood up and rushed towards the table beside the bed. She took the vial of the recovery nectar I had been taking every night and handed it to me.
“I knew you would be tired when we returned so
