Boys Don't Cry - The Cure

She thought she might have been starting to feel the first tinges of sickness, but she wasn’t sure, either. At Oleander's words, she realised she ought to make a second batch of the tea. To cure the healer, if she ended up too delirious to help him.

She sighed, and got to work heating the water again. “No, and I'm not supposed to be.” She told him with a scowl. Slaves weren’t nice, they were property. Angry property that was quietly plotting your demise. But she hadn’t acted like that, had she? She finished the second batch of herbs, and poured it over some mushrooms once more. Putting it aside (out of Oleander's reach) for just in case.

“But the pack needs you, and someone had to do it.” she rested her head on the table, waiting to see if she would end up just as delirious as him, or if she would be cured.