The cure had been found -- and Novel, as well as the rest of the pack, seemed to be getting better. Initially she'd been hesitant at the cure Song had described, as the combination of herbs was a strange one, but it seemed to be working. Slowly she watched strength come back into Novel, watched the passion for life return to her dear friend. She hadn't been sure if she would make it. She had been preparing for her father's death for some time, albeit silently and without ever voicing concern to others, but if Novel had somehow not made it, she would've been completely taken aback.
Still she found it necessary to keep her company. If she needed something, Ara would be there, making sure she was given more herbs if she needed it, as well as whatever else she might need. On this particular morning, she rose before the sun made its presence known. Slowly she blinked, shaking sleep from her eyes, rousing carefully beside Novel so as to not awaken her. Quietly she would slip from her side and move to the den's entrance, peering out into the darkness. Only the faintest hints of color began to peek from beyond the horizon, and the stars still remained overhead, glimmering brilliantly in the dark winter sky.
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