The Summer Bonfire

Ysmir would admit he had been quiet recently, of course the mute man was always quiet but his presence had not been very obvious as of late. He had no real excuse, but he had been dealing with a long sickness. Mostly he didn’t want it to spread to the rest of the pack so he had reclused himself. Of course, Gwyn had been taking care of him but even her skilled touch hadn’t been able to speed the affliction along. He made himself get up for this event though, he was having a good day and felt relatively well despite how slow he was moving. His form was obviously affected by the long illness, his fur lacked the luster it once had and he was not near as fit and trim as he had once been. More on the side of skinny because of fighting the virus within him.

The nord man made his way down to the bonfire area, being careful to keep his distance from the crowd just in case he could spread the affliction that had him. He nodded to Artorias from across the clearing and made himself comfortable, knowing he wouldn’t be moving too much while he was here lest he risk a relapse.

"Gwynevere & Ysmir"