From room to infirmary back to room.. the days should have been dragging but illness made the repetition easier to stomach. The familiarity and routine from hour to hour was somehow comforting, allowing her fevered mind to go through the motions of survival even when the pain was too much and she could hardly keep track of what she was to do next. The medication came on a schedule, creating an ebb and flow where some hours she was functioning and others, she simply needed to sleep. On a functional hour, she broke from her routine and moved instead to the castle gardens. Getting outdoors and some fresh air was important to her mental state, no matter how lovely her castle quarters may be. The magical autumn was a godsend, for Zee doubted she could handle the frigid cold of winter in her current condition. Folding herself to lay upon the garden path, she put her nose over the flower beds and simply watched. Slowly the flowers were beginning to wilt and die in preparation for winter - a sadness she was very sympathetic to, currently. "Speech"

Zee had entered a nice quiet garden for her rest.  Peaceful and serene.  That sure wouldn’t last long.  The blue pup came charging in, a wooden sword shook to the left and right as if a ferocious battle was taking place.  The boy jumped high and long, at least for a pup, to dive into a pile of leaves and roll out.  Yes, his invisible foes stood no chance against him  The boy's sword was simply one stick for a blade, and another stuck slid through the first to play the role of the crossguard.  It was his mighty weapon.  The boy spun about in a tight circle before realizing he wasn’t alone.

Curiously he made his way to Zee.  This was his grandmother.  She seemed quieter now than when they first met.  Well, if you were tired this was a nice spot to rest though some preferred the rooms with beds in them.  Placing down his weapon he lay down, his face near her face. “Hi, grama.” His tail brushed a few leaf pieces across the ground, “want to play?  Lots of enemies to defeat and I bet you’re really tough, right?”

"Thorn Carpathius"