Broken Boulder chicken noodle soup

Lily had noticed the past few days a certain nagging fatigue, an ache in her bones. She passed it off as stress, or perhaps the beginnings of depression--she still had not recovered from Vilkas's departure, and she felt more removed than ever from the rest of the Sanctuary. More sleep and good food should do the trick, and so she gave it a try, sleeping even later through the morning than usual.

She had taken to spending her nights outside; the area around the boulder reeked of cat urine, and she couldn't take it anymore. Instead, she'd curled up near the edge of Paradise Garden, the gentle hum of evening insects lulling her into slumber. She dreamed fitfully under the stars, and woke the next morning feeling as if someone had dropped her from a cliff.

Her nose ran, her skin burned under her pelt, and each and every joint felt stiff as a log. Lily attempted to stretch and winced in pain, the smallest of motions sending shooting agony through her skull. Splitting headache aside, she was nauseous and dizzy; her vision swam. With a small whine, she placed her head on her paws and closed her eyes, trying to ignore the various sensations of yuck that had seized her body seemingly overnight.

All right, this wasn't depression. This was something else entirely, something more serious, and she lay in dread of what came next. Would this malady take her speech again?