It's Fixed

Writers: Miriah
Date Posted: 10th April 2019

Characters: Yriadha
Description: Yriadha's problem is fixed.
Location: Sunstone Seahold
Date: month 10, day 25 of Turn 9
Notes: Mentioned: Bryvin, Sophque

Yriadha

Sick had been a gross understatement. And it had been painful, almost
devastatingly so, but the deed was done. Feeling weak as a kitten,
Yriadha slumped against the stone wall, trying to soak up its coolness
against a sweat streaked cheek even as another cramp tightened her
belly; it was mild and was little in comparison to what had finally
expelled the remains into the privy.

Panting, Yriadha opened one eye, stumbling forward on her knees to
grab a towel to wipe up remaining droplets of blood. She wished she
could chance calling for Torinya to come to aid her, but the risk of
Bryvin's eyes and ears hearing about this was too great. She trusted
the one friend she did have, and didn't blame her for going to Bryvin
before, but there could be no risk of him discovering this. She hadn't
been sure to whom the unborn babe had belonged.

She would have to rest for a few days, she knew. Her arms trembled
just from holding herself up. Groaning softly at another cramp of her
abdomen, she decided to simply lay on the floor, head pillowed by the
towel. She wearily looked up at her door. **Good.** It was locked and
barred from within. No one could barge in, even with a key. Resting
her head back on the towel and shortly after, her arms, she lay still
as cramping began to slowly ease and taper off to muscle twinges.

Exhausted, Yriadha lay limply, fighting the urge to sleep where she
lay. Finally, she rose and stumbling over her own feet, made it to
her bed and collapsed into the deep blankets. She would bathe and
clean later. She was far too tired.

It was several hours before she woke and it was only to a timid
knocking on the door. "Headwoman?" The soft, hesitant voice of the
drudge was barely heard. "Headwoman? Are you in there?"

Yriadha lifted her head, remains of sleep making her eyes heavy. "What is it?"

"Headwoman, it is near breakfast time. The cook sent me to see if you
are well?." Yriadha had always been an early riser and had rarely
missed the morning meal, nor it's direction to the tables.

Yriadha simply did not feel well enough and was too tired to even
consider rising from her bed. "I am ill. Tell cook to proceed as
usual. I'm not to be disturbed the rest of the day. Understand?"
Without waiting for another answer, Yriadha's head hit the pillow and
she slept again. Only when she woke later in the day did she rise,
bathe, and clean up the remainder of what she had done.

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