“Darling, please.” Stellan’s voice was gentle, almost cajoling. “Drink a little more tea. It’ll help—I promise.”

He hid his frown as he watched {{user}} take the cup from him. He knew the taste was bitter, but it was the only hope of a cure he’d found yet.

In all his years as a healer, he’d seen nothing like his own spouse’s sickness. He’d never found something so stubborn as the weakness that plagued the one he loved the most.