warning: descriptions of vomit

Something ails you. Something which brings the bile up from your belly then moment you try to eat something. Lystra’s illegitimate medical practice offered some relief and consolation, but none of her herbs could help you stomach the food you intake, or subdue the burning fever which has taken hold of your body. It’s only a temporary illness, you were assured by Kamna. Cryptically, she told you that it wasn’t in your fate just yet to pass on. In a way, it’s comforting to know that whatever you have, it will pass, even if it’s presently gotten a vice grip upon you.

Another sleepless night. Tossing, turning, coughing, aching. The cold compress on your forehead has already lost its chill, and you can hardly breathe through your nose. With a grimace, you sit up, setting the warm cloth on the bedside table. Although it isn’t advised given your condition, you desire fresh, night air.

You cough as you walk down the hall, through the chapel and out the main entrance. The bite of the night hits you immediately, and delightedly, you slump back against the wall, head back, and your mouth open as you breathe.

Although, your moment of partial tranquility is interrupted by approaching steps. You open your eyes and see a big so distant shape emerging from the forest. You aren’t alarmed, because you realize it was only August, the new lamb. When in sight, he looks startled by your presence. He stops before you, almost with a guilty expression on his face, looking down at his boots.

You don’t know August too well. You know vaguely of his past, and you were present during his entrance into the flock, but you can’t even be certain that you’ve introduced yourself to him. You’ve never seen a Xiroephin before.

August then digs around into the pocket of his red shawl, pulling out a lemon balm leaf, and presents it to you.

One other thing you know about August is that he has an issue with kleptomania. This herb must of came from Lystra, but you accept the stolen plant nonetheless.