"Ah."
Donncahd had paused. It seemed he was just processing something in his head. His eyes shifted back towards her. He'd been sitting by his desk, reading paperwork as she'd come to expect from his days.
He hadn't said a word to her since she'd been seen by the doctor.
And...
That had been two days ago, already. She'd been trying to sleep. And was exhausted anyway. The doctor said something about that being normal, and the weakness and other problems was because her body had to fight the sickness and it didn't have enough left for daily functions.
Which she knew well enough.
That was how The Quickening worked. It drained all energy more and more as it progressed, and every time there was some sickness like this, the body wouldn't have enough energy to handle both.
Being bed-ridden like this and spending as little energy as possible was the only feasible way to let her body scrape together enough to even try to fight both.
