 ¼ of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pls
If Cosgrach hadn't been anxious to learn WHO did this, he would have convinced her that family came before anything else. But for now, he absent-mindedly kissed her back. She was trying to calm him down, he knew. He eyed the vial she drank from suspiciously. He didn't usually trust potions that were prepared by someone else, but because she said it was from a healer, he kept silent. And finally, she was explaining. Nothing was wrong? That was hard to believe. He listened to her with a worried frown.
"Of course you'll send me an owl," he said, "especially if you're as ill as to see a healer." He paused. This wasn't poison, she was SICK.
"What's it?" He could only whisper.
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