Coughs and sneezes filled the room as you stayed in your cot, Emily insisted on a idea to just let most healers heal you up a bit, but no, Demi requested to take care of you.

And she did.

“Drink,“ she firmly, yet softly commanded, while poking a spook to your lip, awaiting you to open it.

She let out a sigh.

“Darlin, you ain't getting better til' you drink that.“

She muttered.