Sickness

He who sleeps with a spear by his bed is a fool every night but one. 

Diane was put on strict bed-rest after her collapse. The doctor could not find a source of her illness, save but deeming it an infection of her lungs. She was not to overexert herself as the doctor did his best to find treatment.

"Ma? I'm sorry to wake you up. Open your eyes for me?"

Arissa Sweetwater's dark eyes opened slowly to the dim light of the room, provided by a single rush light. The aging woman looked pale and exhausted, as if sleep had been no real comfort for her. Sera's scarred face came into view as she sat on the edge of the straw bed that they shared and it appeared that she was holding something.

Sera stepped quickly and quietly into the hovel she shared with her mother as the sun was beginning to descend down past the horizon, giving the sky an orange glow. Her mother, Arissa, was just where she left her earlier; lying mercifully asleep on her back under an old blanket in the only dilapidated wood and straw bed they owned. But she could see that her mother's sleep was anything but peaceful.

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They sat together in silence as they ate, the low fire crackling and sending embers fluttering towards the low roof of the cave. Once Rowan was done, he leaned back against the thick fur cloak and closed his eyes though he did not sleep. “How is your family?” he asked companionably.

It was a heavy summer day, with clouds over the Eorlsmead brewing without any drop of rain. There was little people on streets of the village, only guards on towers and few patrols. Only rush happening was around the Foldewyn's halls, a Healers halls. Few healers were entering exiting the hall with buckets of water or armfuls of clothes, woods for fires or bags of herbs.