Poor Emer remained in a constant state of fear for her daughter and a state of longing for Taddeo and Signy. Fearful that they too could catch the illness, she had left them in Valerius' care whilst she tried her best to comfort Cecily and do what she could for the poor girl. The healers it seemed still had little idea about this illness, the did not know what it was and most upsetting for the entire pack had no clue as to what might cure it. Others were ill too though stuck by her daughter's side she knew little of how they were doing in comparison to Cecily.
She was just outside the den at that moment, visits from Valerius and healers were far from rare these days and she spent much of her time when Cecily was dozing looking out for their arrival. She prayed each time that there would be good news though the only things joyful were that Taddeo, Signy and Valerius were still ok and that the rest of the sick continued to fight this mystery illness. If there was ever to be the grave news that one of them had died, Emer honestly didn't know what she would do other than fear her daughter's life could be next.
She was certainly proving to be a tough little one though, she was weak but the only thing she ever seemed to feel down about was the fact she couldn't go out and play with her siblings. That innocent mind-set always managed to cheer Emer up slightly, fill her with the confidence that Cecily would get better. She had to.
At the girl's call Emer would twist her head to peer back inside the den, it seemed her little fighter had awoken. "I'm here." She called back softly as she rose to head back to Cecily's side.
