Playing Doctor

After everything that had happened in Ethne with Dagrún as well as the episode in the canyon Gossamer had been run down emotionally, physically, and mentally. It was no surprise when she caught a respiratory infection. It was more of a surprise when it evolved into bronchitis and though she was on the mend she still wasn't fully recovered. There was also a pang of guilt at having had to dip into the packs stores and so Gossamer sent out to rectify this. Autumn was a good time to hunt for Angelica root which had numerous uses but was especially good for cough.

She was packing her knapsack when a cough wracked her lungs. She swallowed sharply, ears flicking to attention at an unfamiliar voice. Gossamer pulled her knapsack onto her shoulders and peeked out her den entrance to see a small winged boy. Ah yes, that's right Mortis had had a litter. She hadn't had the chance to meet them yet. "Ah, yes. Just dealing with a bit of a chest cold. I was actually on my way to get something for that. I'm Gossamer."