Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140829030614/@comment-11457306-20140903030145

Anneken stood at the fireplace in the bedroom she'd made their living area and stirred the stew. Made from horsemeat and what few edible vegatables she'd managed to scavenge from around the Sanctuary, it was beginning to smell wonderful. She hoped to coax Brighid into at least sipping some of the broth. She was worried. Brighid had awakened the next morning, feverish and fretting over Lee and what kind of trouble he might be--must be in. Only her weakness had kept her in the bed.

Anneken knew she had to get Brighid to a real healer. A good one. She was at a loss as to how to do that, but she must find a way. She now regretted letting J'Baad go.

Gods, what am I going to do?

(Good night, everybody.)