Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140822032436/@comment-11457306-20140828232531

Some hours later, Anneken collapsed in the chair by the bed she had found for Brighid, with a feeling that the worst was probably over. Brighid, wrapped in every blanket and fur Anneken could find, lay pale and weak and in a drug induced sleep. She was by no means out of danger yet, but Anneken was certain she had done all she could possibly do with the materials at hand and with her limited skill. She was not a master healer after all. The rest was up to Brighid. Much would depend upon how determined she was to live, especially now that she had lost the babe.

She looked down at herself, her blood-soaked armor and bloody hands and arms. I should have made her go home, she lamented, but another part of her was not so sure that would have been wise either. She felt that a trap had been laid for them. If the Thalmor wanted them that badly, then Brighid would have been home alone and unable to prevent them from killing her--or worse--capturing her. She still felt both were a distinct possibility and was eternally grateful to the Night Mother for allowing them into the Sanctuary, for she had no doubt that it was that shadowy power who had over-ridden any prohibition the Black Door might have had placed on it. Anneken could feel her presence and occasionally imagined she heard faint whisperings. She shivered now in the quiet eerie atmosphere.

She would just close her eyes for a moment, then she would seek water. The Brotherhood had to have a source of water inside. They couldn't go out to get it everytime they needed it, surely. There was no well in Dawnstar and there was only seawater around them.