[ She has not felt well in days. It made no sense, not at all. She was well just a few nights beforehand, and then it crept in. A tightness, a cough. If she had no treated others in her life, she might never have known it was being sick at all, because she had never been, beyond typical childhood fever - a perk of the royal family and being so close to the Sea-Father himself, they never particularly caught them.
But now, she struggled to breath after walking any distance, something felt like it was stuck in her throat, yet would not budge. Left her clearing her throat, a fever on her brow that she wrapped herself up against the chilling winds against.
And he did not look a sight better, when she ran into him. Going to greet him with a pleasant hello, but stopping immediately to step close and peer at him. With that expert hand of someone used to checking over people who would probably fuss and tell her to stop, she reached up to brush his forehead and see for herself.
Not that he'd appreciate the comparison to toddlers, likely. ]
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But now, she struggled to breath after walking any distance, something felt like it was stuck in her throat, yet would not budge. Left her clearing her throat, a fever on her brow that she wrapped herself up against the chilling winds against.
And he did not look a sight better, when she ran into him. Going to greet him with a pleasant hello, but stopping immediately to step close and peer at him. With that expert hand of someone used to checking over people who would probably fuss and tell her to stop, she reached up to brush his forehead and see for herself.
Not that he'd appreciate the comparison to toddlers, likely. ]
Lord D, are you well?