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Writers: Ames, Chelle, Emma
Date Posted: 17th November 2010

Characters: Lisadi, Sarban, Miranek, Trewlin, Dareera
Description: Lisadi falls ill and Trewlin goes to Sarban and Miranek for help
Location: Emerald Falls Hold
Date: month 12, day 2 of Turn 5
Notes: Mentioned: Corowal, Erassa

Her sleep the night before had been restless. Even when she'd awoken this
morning, Lisadi had not quite felt herself. She blamed it on having
volunteered
to do too much all in the span of a few days. She was helping more with the
seamstresses, with Trewlin's Harper Classes, and the kitchens as well as
watching both Trewlin and Dareera full time. She'd managed to push through
her tiredness all day, but now, just a short time before she'd agreed to
help
some of the boys in Trewlin's class with a project, she found herself
standing
over the counters in her quarters, feeling rather dizzy and light-headed.

Trying to catch her breath and not worry little Dareera who had been playing
on the floor beside her, Lisadi smiled down at the child. "Dareera,
sweetheart,
I'm going to go lie down for a bit. Don't leave the room, okay." Using the
wall
to support herself, Lisadi made it into her bedchamber and sank down onto
the bed. She could barely keep her head up. Trying to stop the room from
spinning and make the uneasy feeling within her go away, she laid down on
the bed, and promptly fell asleep.

"Lisadi!" Trewlin called out as he slammed the door and stomped his feet.
"We waited for you. You promised you'd help us!" Trewlin finally glanced
around the room, noticing that it was very quiet and eerily empty. "Lisadi?
Dareera?" He asked, wondering where they were. Just then little Dareera
hobbled out of Lisadi's room with big eyes and her lower lip trembling. She
pointed back to Lisadi's room, still not speaking much at all since the
fire.

"What's wrong Dareera?" Trewlin asked, concerned to see her looking this
way. He peeked into Lisadi's room and saw her lying on the bed, alseep, in
her clothes, on top of her covers. It wasn't like her to sleep during the
day.
Cautiously, Trewlin entered the room. "Lisadi?" He asked. She didn't stir.
He
frowned and moved closer. Saying her name again, he nervously reached out
and touched her, giving her a gentle shake. She didn't wake up. She didn't
move. Trewlin's eyes opened wide. Was she dead? He could feel the panic
rising up inside of him. He had to get help, but where? He still didn't
trust
people easily and so decided to go to the one person he _knew_ he could
trust.

With wild and fearful eyes, he told Dareera to stay put and hurried out of
the room and down the corridors until he reached a door he'd visited a few
times.
Banging on the door he called out, his voice higher than normal in his
distress.
"Steward Sarban! Steward Sarban! Help!"

Wondering what who it was and what had happened, the man came to the door.
Seeing the boy there, Sarban became curious. "Calm down, Trewlin. What's the
matter?"

Trewlin was so overly anxious he could hardly spit out any words. He
stuttered and
pointed and finally with wide, frightened eyes looking at Sarban he blurted
out, "Lisadi
won't wake up!" He swallowed and felt a strange emotion inside him. It was
more than just
worry and anxiety. It was something he didn't really wish to admit, but he
cared about his
foster-mother, who had become the only stable thing in his life since the
fire.

Sarban's first reaction was worry but he couldn't show that to Trewlin since
it might upset
the boy and make things worse. Through turns of experience, he kept control
of himself.
"Where is she?" he asked, even as he closed the door behind him and began to
walk with
the boy.

"Our rooms," Trewlin replied, as he grabbed Sarban's hand and tried to pull
him faster.
"Dareera's really worried. We have to hurry." Trewlin, himself was worried,
but it was
easier for him to admit that the little girl was the one full of worry and
not him. In no time,
Trewlin had led Sarban to their quarters. He burst inside and dashed over to
Lisadi's
sleeping quarters.

Dareera, who was standing beside Lisadi's bed, holding her hand, was crying
and sniffling.
She looked up with wide and frightened eyes as Trewlin and Sarban entered
the room. Lisadi
had slipped into a feverish state from the cut she'd suffered on her leg a
few days previous
that she'd meant to get checked by the Healers. A tiny, almost inaudible
moan escaped her
lips as though she was trying to wake up for the children who needed her,
but to no avail.

Sarban looked at her and approached her. When he tried to wake Lisadi, it
was much the
same. Feeling her warm skin, he decided it was serious. "Trewlin, can you go
get Master
Miranek for me?" That said, he picked the woman up, intending to carry her
to the kitchen
where he could at least get some cold water on her.

Trewlin, who'd been watching Sarban with eager and hopeful eyes, looked up
to the Steward
and nodded rapidly. Then, in a flash, he turned and bolted from the room.
Master Miranek.
Master Miranek. He kept repeating the name over and over in his mind as if
he feared he
would forget it. He darted past people, hardly noticing the stares they cast
in his direction.

Out of breath, he finally skidded to a halt in the infirmary. "Mas...master
Miranek," he gasped
out, looking around the room wildly. "I need Master Miranek."

"I'm here," came a calm voice. "Who needs me?"

Still hardly able to catch his breath, he looked at the healer. "Lisadi.
Won't wake up. Please!
You have to come!" Trewlin reached for Miranek's hand and started to tug,
hoping the
healer wouldn't delay. He was worried about Lisadi. Worried about himself
and Dareera too.
What would happen if... He couldn't think of that. "Hurry."

"Just one moment," Miranek told the lad. "Let me get my bag so I can help
her. How long
has she been sleeping like that?"

"I don't know," Trewlin moaned, rocking from foot to foot in his agitation.
"She wasn't like
that when I left for my classes this morning, but when she didn't show up to
help us after
class like she'd promised, I found her asleep and..." he stopped and looked
away from the
healer, trying not to cry. What if Lisadi was too sick to get well? He had
just begun to like her
and now.... "Please hurry," he murmured, "she has to get better."

"Show me where she is." Miranek had his bag, and a few essentials and was
ready to go.

Trewlin quickly led the way back to their quarters with the Master Healer.
"I brought Master
Miranek," he announced as he burst into the room.

"Sarban?" There was a note of surprise in the Healer's voice as he spotted
the other man.

"She's breathing, but she's feverish. I put some cold compresses on her
skin." He hoped it
wasn't firehead. If it was.. **Don't think it** He couldn't let fear inside
and Miranek's presence
made him feel better. "Trewlin, we need to let Master Miranek work. How
'bout you and Dareera
and I get some dinner? You have to be hungry, right? And when Lisadi wakes
up, she will be too."
He knew it would scare the kids.

"Before you go," Miranek began as he hastily washed his hands, "Do you know
how long she has been this way?"

"Since before I got here. I don't know for sure though." Sarban picked up
the little girl and gestured for Trewlin to come along.

Trewlin had watched the two men discuss Lisadi, his eyes full or worry. He
looked back to the woman who had given him a home and treated him like a son
even when he'd been bad. His lower lip trembled at the sight of her looking
so pale and unmoving on the bed. He didn't _want_ to leave her. What if she
needed him? Just like he sometimes needed her at night...Trewlin swallowed
and with unshed tears brimming in his eyes, he looked up at Sarban. He
trusted him. So when Sarban finally said they had to go, Trewlin reluctantly
followed.

Dareera, now in Sarban's arms, laid her head against his chest and raised a
hand to her mouth, where she soon placed her thumb inside. This was her new
comfort, her way of dealing with the stress that she didn't understand.

Lisadi had heard the discussion going on around her, but it sounded as
though everything was muffled. She tried to open her eyes but her head felt
heavy. Why was it so hot in here? Voices...there they were again. She
thought she recognized them. Lisadi tried to reach for them. Her hand coming
off the bed ever so slightly even as she tried to talk. The sound came out
as a soft moan. Her hand fell back onto the bed and she tried to open her
eyes. They fluttered a bit, but didn't open completely. Her head heart, her
body ached. Why did she feel this way? A moment of clarity struck her even
in her fevered state. The cut on her leg! She needed to tell someone, but
she couldn't keep her thoughts clear. She squirmed a bit on the bed even as
her hand started rubbing the side of her leg. Another moan escaped her lips
as she tried to tell them what she could, but then, the fleeting moment of
awareness seemed to become dark and gray once more. Her thoughts clouded
again as the fever fought her efforts to regain control of herself.

Turning the glow to give him light it became clear, Miranek had caught the
rubbing motion and gently moved her hand, revealing the reddened and warm

skin beneath. That had to be the cause of this state she was in. He placed a
palm on her forehead, it was hot too. " A poultice," he said aloud.
"Something soothing to cool her temperature, then I need to get her to the
infirmary and perhaps into a cool bath."

Trewlin had heard Lisadi moan and he turned and looked at his foster mother
with concern in his eyes. He subconsciously took a step closer to Sarban as
though drawing support from the man. "She'll be okay, won't she?" He asked,
his
voice shaking a bit as he finally asked the question that weighed heavily on
his
mind.

"Aye she will. Now, we're going to go play with Lord Corowal's children for
awhile. That'll let Master Miranek work and get her better." He led them out
of the
quarters, intending to see what Erassa was doing.

"Sarban," Miranek gestured to him to come a little closer. "You might want
to find them somewhere to stay for a few days, and if you could also get me
some assistance so we can move her to the infirmary."

"I'll do that," he promised before leading the children out of the quarters
and off
through the Hold, intending to find one of his people along the way to get
someone
to help carry her.

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