Stavanger Bay Rot

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In the days that followed her final return to Stavanger Bay, Reverie's world narrowed to a focus. Fever was a constant companion, but she did not allow herself to rest. No; her self-imposed punishment would not allow it. Daily she searched for a cure.
She clung as tightly to @Blossom as she did to this slim hope. Morning to night she was by her daughter's side, and perhaps there was some spite in this; after all, this kept @Lestan from ignoring her for their daughter the way he seemed to always want to, at least entirely. She was warm with her husband, and reminded him often that she loved him, but did not seek more of his touch than he was willing to give. The only evidence of her heartbreak came at night, a quiet ritual of crying herself to sleep. She tried not to disturb him. This was her burden to bear, after all.
On this morning Reverie had just returned to the den from another excursion with Blossom, bearing fresh herbs. She wasted no time in trying them, clinging to the increasingly-vague memories of her training as a healer. The effect was nearly immediate. Within minutes she found herself rushing from the den, gagging and then vomiting the contents of her stomach into the sand. She told herself that she would not cry.