Plotted
Darim [ @theapparentheir ]
He’d been improving, broken though the fever, and begun to heal, had even reached a point where they could walk around the battlements together, let him take in the fresh air, and see with his own eyes, how all was well, outside of his sickbed. She’d thought he had been out of the woods, but now. Here he is, pale as a sheet, hair clinging to him. and unable to keep down, what little remains within his stomach. The Doctor has ordered that the window remained Closed, and that he had expressed how this was the body’s attempt at Purging Excess Yellow Bile, that her husband was too ambitious and too hot-headed and now his body, tried to bring itself into balance. He should eat plenty of Cold & Moist foods. Darim had also been given a Tonic, which was meant to settle his stomach further, but when ever she fed it to him, it would be returned to her within seconds.
There is a frown, deep and full of concern on Viola’s brow, hair clinging to her forehead, as she looks at him, despair gleaming in her eyes. “No. - Darim, you simply have to keep it down..” she sits back in her chair with a sigh. “how else are you meant to get better?”















