Cold and Flu season

Crux freed her from her predicament and tossed the coat over his own shoulders. She needed to make sure he kept warm until they got rid of that cough. She found she didn't like hearing him sick, not one bit. How did he cope with the raspy voice she often got when her throat was acting up?


“No spills” She assured him, through she wasn't entirely sure how she'd managed that small miracle in her failing. She forgot sometimes just how cursed big he was!


She presented the cup to him, and placed it where he could easily reach it. She might not be a trained healer, But she liked her flowers. She usually dry pressed them instead of keeping them fresh. So she'd pilfered these ones from. His stash to make the tea. “It’s camomile” She said, though she knew his well practised nose would have picked that up already 


Wc: 151