Shaela sat down on the bed, grimacing a little at leaving some of the soot on the bed. She'd tried to get rid of most of it. Well, nothing to be done about it now.
Shrugging, she bit her lip. "Well, some good, some bad, and some...I don't know. Well, maybe a lot of one of them but it all depends." Pursing her lips, she forced herself to stop rambling.
"A lot's happened and I need to tell someone, and well, journals aren't as safe as I'd like, and...I can't exactly talk to your brother about some of it." Because he's part of it. She fidled with the edge of her skirt, looking down. Why was this so hard?