Water was a blessing. After splashing some upon her face and swallowing a few sips, she felt a little less like death warmed up. She had tended to many, many women who were with child, but it wasn't until she bore her own, did she truly have understanding. Her mornings were spent not wanting to move too much, lest she need to vomit the contents of her stomach into the chamber pot, bucket, or anything else suitable near by. Ash, their dog, was a comfort though. He slept at her side or by her feet, and they both pined for the man that was missing, her husband Ruemax. He had been gone for several days, several days too many. It was unavoidable, yet past fears began to creep into her mind. No, he was different. He was not like those she had known before.
Yet, she had matters to occupy her mind with, unfortunate matters that had upset her. Rahvic and Silver. The man was very ill, not to the casual observer, but to Silver and to her, it was clear he was suffering more than a simple chill. She was scared, but she dare not show it, for this was a man she had known for quite some time, and akin to a brother to a woman she had known for just as long. Her mind worked quickly, for so used to taking life, she wasn't necessarily good at preserving it. Yet, she had seen his symptoms before. Her friend, a man shunned because of his heritage, a man who would defend her, could be dying. She needed to help him, she needed him to understand the grave nature of the situation, the possibilities and the outcomes, yet by the grace of the stars, he was spared a sinister fate. He was still weak, but he was alive.
Silver though had a weakness of the heart. Something that no tonic, potion or balm could heal, although Dernwynn had tried in the past upon herself to with copious amounts of wine. Silver was suffering. She feared loss, the loss of her brother, the loss of her lover, yet she would present to others a carefree attitude, a strength that hid the vulnerable state. The wall she held around her was crumbling. Dernwynn offered not only a shoulder, but solutions. Practical, direct solutions, some of which involved coin which she was all too happy to provide. Silvers lover had gone on a foolhardy journey, though the blonde woman was assured it was vital, that he had no choice. There is always a choice. Silver, stoic Silver, who rarely let outsiders see behind the facade, was in love. An incurable illness.
