it's all for you

Roan brought back with him the little gift basket that Meadow had given to him. Carefully he’d repeated the instructions back to himself so he might not forget what he was supposed to do. Iolaire told him where she was, as well as her current state. ”I’ll be right there.” He offered softly, she had all of his sympathy. Finally he was going to do something about it. For a few minutes he struggled at the hearth, but evenutally lit some smoldering coals. He’d seen his wife maketea a million times, surely he could replicate the process.

Quite a bit of time and effort later, and maybe a tiny bit of swearing that he’d tried to hide when he burned his toes, Roan pulled back the fur where Iolaire lay and presented her with the chamomile tea with freshly shaved ginger root and honey. While it was hardly the prettiest cup of tea, Roan felt relieved to offer his wife some relief. He positioned the bowl close by before giving her forehead a kiss and letting her enjoy his efforts. ”I’m sorry you don’t feel well. I… really wanted to help you feel a little better.” He nudged the bowl again before aimed to curl his huge body around her.