It had been some time since Miriam attempt. She still remembered staring down at the red, and her paw moving without a thought before injesting the substance. Everything seemed but a blurr, as she starred teary-eyed down toward it so, and motioned it toward her mouth before resting to what would be, an enternal slumber.

Though her stomach was pushed and prodded, and did her blurry gaze see but the saviors would be. It seemed the Goddess, had desired her to live so; but Miriam always thought, did she deserve so? 

She layed in the den, skinnier by the days and mangled in fur, occasionally with @Caerus, stopping by to check up. She felt a more natural trust to the smaller one, then the other healer, and mother of the Neverwinter. Sometimes it felt if she were to step out, there was eyes of judgement that the maiden was not willing to face.

And so, she wasted away in the den.

She held faint memories of the man, who Caerus claimed to fall in the waters. He claimed him to be a devil of sorts, but as the other never lied nor' seemed like a troublemaker, she easily believed into the child. Sad to say even today, she does know the truth of Caerus's rather daredevil nature, especially since he did save her life, regardless if Miriam asked or not.

Inside she faintly blessed him, but also scorned the factor.

The Goddess truly said it wasn't her time, and she could only accept the fact... And waste away.

When the man entered near her den, she faintly opened silver eyes to him so, and only shook her head. She did not feel hungry, only tired, and wanting to sleep the days away, to the point even her body, was becoming no more.

Any bedding she once had was worn thin and gone, riffled into the dirt of her den, and grossly upon what was once a silky, silver fur. She was like a mangy coyote, there was no cleaniness nor' food she would take, and only continued staying still, eyes but closed in peace as she breathed in, and out, in and out.. All in a peace.

Though even her rejection he didn't leave, and Miriam opened her eyes to the look of him tearing but the rabbit apart, fur and all it's glory. She questioned to the factor of now she dressed of a rabbit's fur, pleasantry but small, for a coat was not enough for a wolf, even if she was but average. It was a nice gesture-

"may the Goddess bless you.." she gently said, as her eyes closed once more.

Though she could not ignore the factor of the blood that now hung in the air, and the meat that swarmed her nose. Once more, did he command so, and once more, she only brushed it back with nose, and shook her head. She didn't want to eat, the feeling never came.. She didn't feel it was deserving.

Miriam wasn't aware of her status, she didn't realize how scrawny she was, only the fact she felt simply weak and tired. There was no water mirror, only the occasional trip to take a parch but didn't even take time to see what she looked of, before slippering back down into her misery of a den. 

"I don't feel hungry," she muttered with a low breathe, once more opening her silver gaze toward his. He even growled softly upon insisting she ate, and it reminded her of another warrior that did the same. Neverwinter was truly a kind place, perhaps dipped in both the light and the dark.. She wasn't sure what it could be, only a gray disaster.

"Do you believe in a God?" She said weakly.

She knew he was right, that the way her mind was fooling the body. Despite not feeling so as days go by so had her strength, and she was nothing but skin and bones. As a pack wolf and a  mother it was a pitiful sight indeed, as she was once a lovely silver wolf, young and prepped for the world ahead, and instead was now a mother who lost one child, and the other was going through a rebellious phase. Then in the end- she succumbed to the darkness.

After some hesitation, she then followed his rather harsh words. But when Miriam tried to swallow so, her stomach was so weak that anything that came through simply went back up, and the food that was offered was regurgitated to the ground before her. Miriam set her head to the side, finding no use if she couldn't even eat, as it all would come back up.

She was in no condition to protest, nor' would she really. He was showing kindness that she somewhat longed for, as her daughter ignored her so, and while Caerus was someone got along with, he was still a child, and could not give companionship like another adult. Mal himself was busy with his own life, and she could not rely on him, not even desired to after coming solace how she felt upon him. Distance at the moment, was something to be preferred while quietly co-parenting.

She shuffled against him so, her head lowering while close to Jackalope. Slowly did her body ease into a motion of soundless sleeping, delicate to the touch and shifting in motions to gain the warmth that he provided. Internally she so missed it, as days went where she slept alone and cried herself to sleep-

it was a peaceful nap.

Upon the noticement of warmth being absent she stirred a bit in the slumber, but remained in a peaceful rest. Only upon the slight enticement to wake up did she open her moonlit eyes, groggily looking at the blackthorn man. While his talking seemed a bit numbed in her weakened figure, not understanding the words, but she knew what he talked about on motioning toward the regurgitated food.

She was used to it since becoming a mother, needing to clean her children and get them prone to eating meat- it wasn't foreign. Though she will admit it was a bit odd needing to do so herself, but seeing as Jackalope turned away, she thought perhaps he was embarrassed on it. Not wanting to take his good will for granted- Miriam ate it.

And it stayed down.