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Two Days for two days Thistle had been watching and waiting and worrying over her husband. He had been sleeping in a delirious state and she knew it was from those stinking mushrooms he had hidden. He thought she didn't know but the little healer could smell herbs like there was no tomorrow and he held the distinct taint of fungus on his fur and breath especially after the bear attack.

Occasionally she would hear words on his lips but as unfortunes would have it she could not understand the language he spoke. She kept cool water near him to splash him she could not get any herbs down his throat so she had to let the fire burn it's way out or wait until he woke up. She had steeped some of them in water hoping that at least a little would get into him that way, but she was not confident in that regard.

She tried not to lay to near him for fear in his movements he would hurt her, or she would make his fever worse with her own body heat so she stayed away just watching.

Thistle gasped as he woke up Ragnar. She peered at him and saw the glassy rims of his eyes and sighed, but at least he was awake. She pushed jopi weed near him and tried her best to soothe him Ragnar you need to eat that. She continued closer but staying a little ways away knowing that he could go mad with god knows what in his delirium and she did not wish to be on the receiving end of that.