Growing Worse {Healer, Roman?}

Roman had been worried about the lithe healer since the meeting. Despite her aggravating morning- or all day sickness in spite of her pregnancy- the Queen had been intending to make a point to visit her. Gods she'd been so busy though. So she'd set off, with her free time to find Arietta. She'd hoped that  she would have recovered- but as she followed the scent of her, she grew worried. Roman was far from a healer- but she could tell that sickness accompanied that scent. Concern shot through her, and she hurried towards the smell, her swollen stomach wobbling as she moved. The smell was pungent and the sight of vomit made the Queen queasy. She could scent blood as well. Gods- the huntress was sicker than Roman had realized. Had she been poisoned?

She could hear some mutterings as she approached the den, and Roman lowered herself to the ground, and stuck her head inside. "Oh Arietta...." She murmured, before withdrawing herself. Tossing her head in the air, she let out a commanding summons for Devin- or any other healers in the vicinity. Her voice was distressed, and she wondered if Drashiel would hear her. As her summons faded, she lowered herself to the ground and shuffled forward into the den- keeping her hindquarters our. "Arietta. It's Roman- Devin's coming. Just hold on, okay?" She said softly, her voice soft but insistent. She took in the hunters state with a soft whine, and a flit of determination flared through her body. Arietta would survive.