:Yeah, I'm not sure what this would be driving at as a god-plot and that worries me: She sighs and pats Amshalan and gets up to start the day.

The infirmary is unfortunately filling up again, now with some of the servants and other villagers who must have been exposed via the Heralds. None of them are as seriously ill, though, they're mostly younger, not like the frail elderly lords.

Gemma is looking very cranky. "Vanyel is sick." 

"Fuck. Did you tell him the give-it-all-you've-got-binge-and-crash protocol -"

"Yes but I don't trust him, he's the worst person I've ever met at taking care of himself." 

:Amshalan, can you make sure Yfandes knows to pester Van till he actually does the infected-Healer protocol?:

:Just a second– yes, she knows what he's like. Someone should make sure he gets breakfast brought over, he was smart and didn't leave his room. Er, Savil's room, rather, he slept there last night and figures he should stay put and not risk infecting the hallway: 

:Yeah, that makes sense, I'll put him on the list of people who need delivery: She does this, right next to Savil's name.

The morning is busy but not hectic. All the Heralds who were sick are now on the mend; some of the lords will need a while to recuperate, being elderly, but they're past the worst. 

Amshalan has more news around lunchtime. :Rolan is headed back our way. He's furious, apparently, he's hauling several Heralds back with him so they can witness Truth Spell at a distance or something. Don't worry, they'll stay out of range: 

:And upwind:

:Ah, yes, and that. Good note. Unfortunately non-Groveborn with Heralds on them can't move as fast, they'll be here - tomorrow night, maybe?: 

:I'll arrange to be unoccupied:

:I'm sure we can figure it out. Once we know what time they're arriving, we can have someone on the night shift wake up earlier and take over from you, if they end up getting here in the afternoon: 

:Makes sense. Thank you:

She checks on Leareth, to see if they can have lunch together.

He would like that!

She brings platesful in. It's not very interesting since the kitchen's shorthanded but it's food. "How're you doing today?"

"I am incredibly bored, which probably means I am feeling better." 

"It probably does! When you're ready to be up and about you'll be very useful, you'll be immune and can go wherever you want."

"I still get very tired when I walk any distance at all, but other than that I feel fine. I imagine eating will help." He goes at his plate with a lot more enthusiasm than the day before. 

"I might be able to find you books somewhere?"

"I have been trying to do actually useful thinking and planning, but - having some light reading when my mind is too tired for that would be nice, I suppose." 

"You've got a lot of work to do killing this thing, it's not leaving a lot free for intense thinking. I brought a couple of books, you can start with those." She digs them up.

"I suppose not dying of the flu is a higher priority than being able to do clever planning, although I would really feel more comfortable if I knew someone were doing the clever planning. Any further news of Haven?" 

"Rolan's on the way back, apparently he's angry, some Heralds are coming by to stand far out of range and watch Truth Spells be done. - oh, and Van's sick, he's holed up with Savil, Yfandes is going to bother him to work on himself while he can."