Stavanger Bay No one dies from love

Today is my One Day Off before three weeks of hell so I'm forward dating this lmfao, set around a week from today
Puts this here because I have nowhere else to put it

Nothing helped.
The slow ascent of her fever began to keep her in the den again, and Reverie emerged only to drink large amounts of water. She kept Blossom with her as much as she could justify it to herself — but as the sickness in her worsened, she began to loosen her iron grip on her daughter, if only to allow the girl more freedom than her mother was allowed. Reverie did not want her childhood memories to be of her mother's sickbed.
But today — today, it was so very difficult. That clenching pain had returned, and as Reverie cried silently to herself in the safety of her sleeping space, she wished that she could hold Blossom. She did not go to her, though; she knew that her pain would only scare her daughter, and no part of her wished for that. She herself was not afraid anymore, at least. The one thing she'd feared most had already come to pass, and Reverie was empty now of fears and of hopes. For Blossom. Not me.
She wondered sometimes if Lestan felt that he had gotten his wish, or if he still found fault in her. She didn't dare to ask.