the book of love is filled with... screaming?

Water sounded delightful. It felt like she hadn't had a drink in months, although logically that couldn't be true. Lucretia submitted completely to Bourbon, allowing him to guide her. There wasn't much else she could do. If she dropped dead she wouldn't be of use to anyone at all. Luce closed her eyes and conjured images of Deathbelle, the litters, Sirius, Zee... everyone in the pack who depended on her. They needed her to get better. She had to be better.

As she struggled to stand up all of the blood rushed to her head. Closing her eyes tightly and swaying on her paws, Luce leaned hard on Bourbon to remain standing. "I'm fine, I'm fine," she muttered, though she was anything but. Maybe if she repeated it enough times it would magically be true. Together they made their way back to her temporary den. It smelled faintly of the dried herbs they had managed to transport. She hoped the rest of her stock was safe within her den. Once they reached relative safety, Luce carefully laid herself down and tried to be a model patient. "Please give me a thorough examination." If they could pinpoint the problem and establish a treatment plan, that would be half the problem solved. Right?