Novel would do her best to put the sickness, and what she saw during the sickness behind her. Life was difficult enough with out her father's ghost plaguing her mind. With her mate close by such actions were easier than others, still at the shadow of her vision she could catch the glimpse of the large violent male. Ignoring such sights recovery would slowly come to the older female, and with it the realization of her body's cycle. Her heat had come about her during the awful illness, and now she would suffer through nature's gift.
Dutiron had not been another figment of her mind, he was truly at the entrance of their den when she called for him. There was no hesitation in his actions as his words met her ears, "I'm here my love." His form was suddenly beside her, a gentle nuzzle being offered. She would accept the gesture, and for the first time since she had been struck with the plague she would nuzzle him back. "I'm so glad you aren't a hallucination." she would smile weakly as she leaned into his touch. "How much have I missed?"
