A case of the sniffles

Lia making her way down to Auster had been a surprise, but when it came time to force herself to go back to the Armada she was grateful for Lia's company on the trip back to Boreas. The walk back to the wintery northern continent was miserable enough without having to do it alone. After they got back it was pretty late in the day so she went to bed pretty soon after, but the next morning she woke up burrowed into the furs of her bedding like she was trying to escape the cold of the night and early morning subconsciously. After spending a few weeks in the warmth of summery Auster this was a harsh change to come back to snow and cold and her body certainly did not agree with the change.

She groggily lifted her head from the furs, blinking her eyes open with a miserable sniffle. It was like the cold had sucked all the energy out of her and after a couple of sniffles the congestion that had formed started to make her cough and clear her throat. She put her head back down with a grumble, tucking her head under her paw as she hid away in her bed for a while longer. She was back to being somewhere she didn't want to be, far away from Artorias, stuck in this cold weather she hated... and now she had a cold on top of it.

She didn't feel like calling for any of the healers because she knew she'd be terrible company with her sour mood, but then she remembered Lia had a bit of knowledge in that field and since Lia lived with her she'd already know what her mood was like. Briar sighed and lifted her head again, looking out of the doorway that led into her room. "Lia?" she called, hoping her handmaiden was somewhere outside the den so she could hear her. "Lia? Could you get me something for congestion?"

"Briar Fatalis"