Somewhere to belong

The fever rages, warping reality and confusing the ill woman. A voice soft but familiar pulls her from the strange dreams that had settled over her, dragging her fever bright eyes to where the blurry form of Eltrys enters. A smile wiggles her lips as she uncurls slightly, legs beginning to reach out toward him when he mentions another. Confusion tugs at her features as an autumnal cloaked woman steps inside behind him and pulls Haydée’s attention over to the healer.

Limply she lays in the little makeshift nest, trying to track Lia while also attempting to fight of the exhaustion that continuously tugs at her mind. Her breathing can be heard from the doorway, raspy inhales rattling through her lungs to be exhaled in a long wheeze. It is ragged, shallow, and painful. At Lia explanation she drags her eyes open, because she hasn’t realized they had closed again, and gazes up at the antlered fae.

Sluggishly, her mind processes the information and she offers a small, almost imperceptible nod. Then, the shell is on her chest and she relaxes into the furs, readying herself for the pain that is going to follow. Taking a deep, wet breath, the small, frail woman immediately falls into a coughing fit, that rumbles deeply through her chest rattling her lungs and rolling out. As it begins to subside, she weakly lays on the furs, too tired and weak to do much but still trying to start coherent enough to do what Lia asks of her.


"Haydée Kedieo"