dreams don't turn to dust

Roan had left to go do manly things leaving her alone to tend to the herbs and treatments that would hopefully allow her to produce children. She'd been consuming draughts and concoctions for days and they were already taking their toll. She'd thrown up quite a few times. Sometimes her head swam and she just wanted to sleep all day. That was exactly what she was doing when a soft rap at her door pulled her from sleep.

Ears perked as Io stirred, blinking the sleep from her eyes. She was inside, curled up on her pallet of furs. Still tired and a little weak, the small woman merely called out. "Come in." She pulled herself upright, eyes in the direction of the doorway. She'd been asleep when the call came and hadn't been able to place the voice. If it had been Sirius or Mort, they would have just rushed inside. Who could it be?