@daughter-sea

[seaboard]

Winter is upon us, and if it is as I fear, it shall not be kind. Forgive my absence, I am taken quite ill and there was far too much to do to speak too long.

For those that brought me what they could, I have preserved it and stored it. It is ready for you to collect when you are able.

For all else, since it seems I have been ordered to stay a-bed for the most part until my strength returns, perhaps someone might play a game with me? It is very simple, you must come with a rhyme to match mine, then we continue until one of us cannot think of a line, I shall begin:

There once was a lady with a basket of berries-

I would be much obliged as I am frightfully bored.

Yours in faith and in courage against the long dark,

Queen Gilia St. Loe, Daughter-Sea, She Who Sings the Ocean to Prosperity and the Endless Wail.

[ooc: real life ate me so damn hard, please just assume Gilia's be bed ridden and sick for the entire month and people could have checked up on her and told her to go back to sleep every time she protested being busy.]

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[craters]

Ah! Lady Gilia, I didn't hear that you were unwell. I'm sorry — is there anything I can do for you as a doctor?

（ rhyming...? maybe later. but for now, just gonna hyperfocus on that sick bit. it's not that she doesn't trust the physicians in hale, per se, but... well, second opinions and all. ）

[seaboard]

I am told it is the effects of the curse. I seem to have struggled with it a little... a little more than most.

[ Her voice is still straining, a wheezing sort of rasp. But it is talking again, so she will take that. ]

[craters]

Did someone drop off a vial of oil for you? I have some here.

（ may have gone for a bit of a shakedown when this all first started happening, oop... ）

[seaboard]

Not as yet, but please, do not put yourself to any trouble on my account, only if it can be spared and is not needed elsewhere.

[ She is in her mind, a far better chance to survive than the very young or the very old. It's strange to her that she got sick, usually the gifts of her family protect her from most illnesses. ]

[craters]

There's plenty to go around, don't worry.

I'll bring it over. Where are you staying?

[seaboard]

At my house, still, at the harbour.

delivery;

[craters]

（ and before too long, gilia will find a package on her front porch. sakura sadly does not have the time to linger, but said package contains some of the tea in question, as well as other tinctures that have helped cause an abatement of symptoms at least a little. there's also some fresh buns, and a few other luxuries that a sick person may not be able to acquire for themselves.

a note is included:

Lady Gilia,

I hope this helps. Please let me know if your symptoms worsen — 🌺 ）