Stavanger Bay No one dies from love

Lower and radiating upward. There were a number of sensitive things there, but the signs pointed towards reproductive, doubly so with blood involved. Bridget paused thoughtfully, considering it carefully before answering.

It’s a rejection of some kind. Something within is either torn or fighting itself and the fever is your body’s attempt to heal. The sickness and bleeding are likely side effects, but the important thing is finding out which is the case. There were massively different treatments for each. She’d rarely seen the second case but had a couple of notions on where to begin.

Do you mind if I try to feel? I’ll be careful, and can stop at any point. She looked at this new stranger, Reverie, with a practiced concern. She was lovely but the thoughts that might have crossed her mind if they had met in other circumstances were nowhere to be found right now. A patient for her was only that; it was a boundary that was especially important in moments like this. No healer could approach intimate conditions without the proper level of professional respect, and Bridget hoped she could earn this trust.