Her trips to the infirmary had at one point been on a as needed basis and that had grown into weekly and then to every other day or so. These days she started her morning each day with a visit to her daughter to get her daily dose of all of the various medications that Gwynevere had come up with to help keep her on her feet. She couldn't even begin to imagine what they all were or what they all did. She only knew that with them she was able to retain a good bit of her mobility and that was all she really asked for these days–to be able to walk around The Hallows to spend time with her family and occasionally allow herself a trip or a bit of adventure on her better days.

Usually Gwynevere was already here by the time she arrived, but for once she actually beat her hard working daughter here. She moved toward Gwyn's desk with a bit of a limp and settled on her haunches with a sigh to wait. She looked around the space, eventually spotting Nelu where he was also resting. Because of her daily visits to the infirmary and all of the time she spent with Gwyn these days she knew all too well how sick a couple of her grandsons had become, but she usually arrived earlier than Nelu so she often missed him when he did come here. It was a pleasant surprise and she pulled herself back to her paws to move closer to where he was. "Hello, sweetheart. How are you feeling today?" she questioned before sitting back down again across from him, wincing a bit from a pain in her hip as she did so.

Tamsyn Carpathius of the Valley

Nelu's mind was recovering faster than his body. His thoughts wandered to what had transpired since his illness, as well as his projects that had been left half finished. Some he could pick up and continue, but others were entirely ruined. He tried to will his body to move but it seemed impossibly heavy despite his emaciated frame. His companions were out and about. They'd been bringing him little trinkets here and there from their travels.

Nelu continued to let his thoughts drift while he waited for his check up. Instead it was Tamsyn that arrived, his grandmother. He shifted, trying weakly to sit up as she greeted him. "Tired," he said simply. "Every movement seems to take such effort. How are you doing grandmother?" He knew she'd been having troubles with her health as well. He could only assume from her older age.