The Sentinels better to reign in hell

last post from me. <3

Eilidh watched her sister go off with their aunt - cousin? - before turning back to Emaleth and Lasher. She worried for her father, and worried more for the hardness of the cough that wracked him. She had never seen such a cough; not even Dante's had been so bad. What would they do to cure him? Surely there was a way. Perhaps a saltwater bath, or a liniment for his lungs. She ran through the scenarios in her head while she helped make him more comfortable, worry etched on every line of her face.