Snort

It didn't seem to matter how many herbs Sparrow took, she couldn't seem to shake this cold. She had been feeling pretty miserable mentally and had debated going to visit Ashmedai, but then she began to feel physically ill. Maybe she should have gone and seen her aunt about it. Or her brother, she guessed, but lately they had been distant and she found it hard to even want to talk to him any more. She used to look up to him, but now she couldn't shake the feeling that he had been looking down on her the whole time. Sniffling, Sparrow exited her den and sought about finding something that might help her symptoms. In this state, it was herd for her to think clearly, but she wasn't ready to call it quits just yet.