Dang it, woman

Gwynevere was milling about the infirmary, rearranging some of the screens and supplies that her mother had gifted her for her birthday, when she heard Ulric's frantic howl for her from the border, telling her to get to the infirmary and be ready. Her ears perked at the sound, a moment of concern hitting her as she glanced toward Eilwen who was perched on top of one of the dividers between a couple of the cots. She didn't know what she was preparing for, but she started rushing around, gathering a few basic supplies around one of the cots closest to the door. What now? she wondered. She had hoped that things would start to calm down now that her mother had passed, the dire wolves that had attacked them had been dealt with, and the never ending winter had finally begun to leave them, but there always seemed to be something to worry about.

Ulric came bursting through the door and her eyes went wide when she saw Aranea draped over his back. She hurried to his side, helping to gently get the woman laid out on her side, keeping an ear turned toward Ulric as he spoke, nodding quietly. The swell of Aranea's stomach was clearly noticeable and dread filled her as he added the note about the blood he had seen. Birthing pups was one thing she hadn't had a lot of experience with as of yet, but she knew the basics. That would have to wait until they purged whatever she had eaten though. She didn't want to try giving Aranea even more herbs with that still in her stomach.

She gently nudged Ulric away before running over to the shelves on the other side of the room that she had slowly been transitioning all of her herbs down to, picking up a few pieces of elderberry root and quickly bringing them back to where Aranea was laying. She could tell from the look in the smaller woman's eyes that she was still heavily under the influence of whatever she ate, but her pupils were beginning to be able to focus on her so that was a slightly encouraging reaction. Gwyn dropped the roots into a mortar and pestle and quickly crushed them up so that Aranea wouldn't have to try to chew them and could just lick them up. "Here, eat this," she said, holding the bowl in front of Aranea's nose, her tone gentle, but firm. She had been in enough high pressure situations at this point that even this didn't make her panic. Progress, she supposed.

As soon as Aranea had swallowed down the crushed up roots she hurried and got a larger bowl, keeping it at the ready while she waited for Aranea to start vomiting up anything that was left in her stomach. She glanced at Ulric briefly, wondering to herself what had happened and how she had even gotten into this state... both in regards to her being drugged and also pregnant. She didn't entirely know the situation behind why she had left their pack, but now wasn't really the time for questions.

Gwynevere | Eilwen