Give Me A Minute, Let Me Get It Together [Ophie]

Gossamer carefully poured some of her mixture into a bowl and set it aside to cool, leaning over it for a moment to absorb the warmth of the steam. She carefully poured in a little cool water from her water skin to even out the temperature. Just as she was about to take a drink she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. Gossamer swirled around, hackles raised as a snare ripped from her throat. A second later she realized it was Ophelia and all defenses dropped. "Oh, Ophelia, I'm sorry I thought…" Her voice trailed off. What did she think? "I'm so on edge, I wish the sun would rise. I wish all this would go back to normal."

Gossamer considered her sister's question for a moment. The thought that she might be dying made her stomach flip. She couldn't even comprehend the possibility. "I sure hope not… I've made some tea. Would you like some? The marshmallow root might help your cough."