Emberwood pestilence at its finest

this would perhaps be the last act of kindness ever done to the woman unless someone were to slay her later when she no longer is present within her own body. and despite the warnings for safety, the good samaritan is still willing to stretch her neck out for her.

a blink, wondering why someone would be willing to put themselves in harm's way with her. evermore would creep forward, mainly to ensure that she wouldn't spill the water and ruin the work of the other. and while she does stumble on the way, she manages to catch herself before calamity could arise.

evermore becomes still and does her best to lap up the water. her tongue and gums have grown pale and dry, perhaps it was best to drink from a place that could not cause the disease to spread through the waterways.

every last drop is gone, and for a moment, she looks towards meadow. a mixed expression, one of thanks and one of fear. and lips would part for a moment to speak in a damaged and hoarse voice that cracked.

"I'm scared to die." there were many other words she wanted to be able to get out, but a sickening symphony of coughs rattles within her chest and she must turn her head away to avoid spewing it towards the other. "don't come closer." a warning, not through aggression but indeed fear of the unknown. evermore was dying, and she knew it to a certain degree.