Spare the Sympathy

Gwynevere gently untangled herself from Ysmir as she woke, stretching as she got to her paws. While she knew her fiancé would be up soon enough to begin his own daily tasks, she had begun steeping some herbs to make extracts last night and wanted to check on them before they were left too long so she couldn't wait on Ysmir to wake up as she usually did. After giving herself a quick shake and checking her fur in the old, clouded mirror–as well as making sure her circlet was centered on her head–she slipped quietly out of their room and began making her way down the stairs to the infirmary. The castle was always so quiet this early in the morning and as much as she usually enjoyed laying in with Ysmir when she could, she did enjoy the peace and quiet of the early morning corridors. Arriving at the bottom of the stairs, she glanced toward the great hall and kitchen for a moment, wondering if she should get some breakfast first, but ultimately decided she should check on her work first and come back for some breakfast if she was hungry.

Turning toward the infirmary, she had just rounded the corner when she heard her niece's soft voice calling a tentative hello. Surprised, she looked up, spotting Talyssa's tan and cream form at the infirmary door, peeking inside and seemingly looking for someone. Knowing that hardly anyone came to the infirmary besides when they needed help, she walked over to her niece with a bit of concern, saying, "Looks like you just beat me here, Talyssa. Is everything okay?" It was only once the young girl turned toward her that she saw the bite on Talyssa's leg, a little frown pulling at her lips. "Aoleu, are you alright? Come in, let's get you something for that." She finished pushing open the door so that she could usher Talyssa inside, leaving the door open as she usually did as she went over to a set of shelves that took up one side of the room and began getting down a couple of supplies. It didn't look like a horrible bite by any means, but she was certain that it didn't feel good. "Just pick a place to sit, I'll be right over!"

"Gwynevere Carpathius"