Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140909202110/@comment-24123288-20140909234052

Emarrel wandered over to Nadiras bedside, pulling up a chair and sitting next to the Breton, watching her as she slept.

"G-go get G-gramps..." She whispered to Fritjof, who exited immediately.

The Dunmer bit her lip and swallowed, nervously planting a hand on Nadiras head to check her temperature.

Oh Nad...

What happened to you?

(Off to beddy byes! See you after work tomorrow. Not til 8 ish D:)