I Guess It's Not Your Fault

Ever since the run in with that strange, etherial figure she had been more withdrawn than ever. She kept almost exclusively to the infirmary or her room, not moving around the castle unless she was going between the two places. Blue fetched food for her from the pantry so she could eat in one of the two places, keeping to the spaces where she felt most comfortable. She hadn't breathed a word of what she saw to Serenity or Ysmir out of a fear that they might think she was out of her mind with imaginings of fireflies wrapped in a cloak. Now with Eska, Artorias, and some others falling ill with sicknesses she didn't understand... Every part of her besides the quiet, focused healer in her shut down. She worked day and night trying to figure out what was going on, letting everything else fall to the way side.

She was searching through her supplies, theorizing on things they could try, when she heard the door close and she looked up and saw Serenity standing there. With how everything had been going she immediately started to worry just from the look on Serenity's face even before her attention was directed down to her friend's leg. Her tired eyes widened at the sight and her brows pulled together with confusion under her circlet as she stepped toward her to take a closer look. She settled back on her haunches as well, taking Serenity's foreleg carefully in her forepaws, turning the limb slightly and peering closely at there the mushroom was growing from what should have been a pretty shallow wound otherwise. She could see there the stem of the mushroom continued on deeper past the top layer of flesh so she couldn't even reason away that the mushroom was just somehow stuck to Serenity on the surface. "When did this happen?"

Gwynevere | Eilwen