A Day at a time

Emile was quick to side step her question but she didn't press. Lúta knew that many of the pups in the Hallows had particularly difficult years. Tamsyn's children had lost their mother to a terrible disease and Ulric's pups had lost their mother as well to unknown causes. As far as Lúta knew the woman had just suddenly disappeared. In all honesty she didn't really know what to say or what comforting words to offer to any of the youths and she could tell by Emile's reaction he didn't want to talk about it.

She smiled as the boy offered her cough suppressants. "That would be lovely. It's all this coughing that is making my throat so sore in the first place. Every little tickle seems to set it off." It was part of the reason she was speaking in a lower register than usual. Thankfully the spring storms were bringing in rain and offering relief from the dry winter air. Lúta suspected she had a post-nasal drip from the whole experience as well and that certainly wasn't helping things. However, with luck and care she was sure she’d be back in top form by the time summer rolled around. She just had to be careful not to push things to far. That was the hard part. She was mentally ready to be up and about but her body didn’t seem to want to follow her mind.

WC: 238
Total: 1270