It was all one big vicious circle. No matter what her caring husband did, Novella couldn't help but feel bad for her own actions and her guilt only hurting him, his pain would make her feel worse and the worse she felt the worse he felt. It was not her intentions at all. She too wished to be better, though had no idea how to get there.
"Being stuck in the den has been driving me mad." She admitted to him. How he had managed to cope during his illness last year she had no idea. His had been a genuine sickness as well, one that deserved sympathy though her own state was surely simply ridiculous. What must her children and pack have thought of her?
"Perhaps." She hadn't considered a swim until Frith brought it up, it wasn't a horrid idea though. The weather was warm, though she was used to the conditions, normally she would of course still have days where she suffered within the heat. It was certainly rather warm now, though the temperature was the least of her worries these days. A swim, for something to do however would surely aid her mood somewhat, at least act as a momentary distraction from her pitiful state.
