The calm before the storm.

There was a half hearted protest murmured under a blanket about her not being a child who needed to be coddled. With Madelaine she was a bit more pleasant, willing to offer a sweet side in order to become a trusty individual but Rian always managed to go past that and to see the real her, despite of that it was likely less flattering.

“Medicine and tea, I don’t trust my stomach to keep food down” she said finally emerging from under the blankets to sit straight on the bed. Her head felt full of sand and her eyelinds were heavy “But really don’t mind me, aren’t you sure of that you don’t have more important stuff to do?”