Willas had woken up earlier than his wife did, and he had set about his duties from the moment he opened his eyes. Afterall, if he got them done quickly and efficiantly, then he'd have more free time later, however, a few hours into being awake, Willas felt a worry gnawing at his chest.

Normally, his wife had awoken herself by now, and she typically came searching for him. This time, it seems she was sleeping in. But it was out of character for her, and filled Willas with concern. Sure, she may be tired, but it was better to check than not to check.

Willas began his journey back to his chambers slowly, it was always slowly when you had a crippled leg and had to limp and use a cane. Willas flexed his fingers around the handle of his cane, listening to the soft clacks of it hitting the ground.

Willas soon arrived at his bedchambers, his hand moving towards the doorknob and turning it as he pushed the door open and peeked inside. Willas glanced around in search of his wife, his voice soon calling out softly.

"My love?"

It was then that Willas seen the mess of blankets shifting and his wife weakly, aswell as sluggishly, sitting up. Willas grimaced at the state of her, her eyes were red, and she was wheezing. Willas began to move further into the room.

"You look ill, my love..."

Willas whispered as he stopped next to the bed, reaching a hand out and running his fingers through her hair. Willas hoped that his wife did not have an illness of the fatal kind, he'd be devastated to lose her.

"I will call a maester for you."

Willas nodded, briefly leaving the room to grab a maester before he lead the maester back to his shared bedchambers.