[This is to Aceltia]
Noira's room, as was all rooms in which she stayed for an extended period, was scented with various sorts of flowers. The room itself seemed to have become a makeshift greenhouse, since the courtyard outside seemed to cold to bear any sort of blossom.
Still, something was wrong; it was uncomfortably warm.
A girl with reddish-brown hair tossed in the bed, dripping with sweat. Though her first instinct was to race to her aid, Kat held herself back so that she could take some time to explain to Aceltia.
"Noira is a dear friend. She has excellent healing powers, but the sickness seems stronger," Kat told the hawkling. The semblance of a smile passed over Noira's lips.
"Kathryn is being far too modest. It is nothing more than a fever that ails Maeve. My healing powers take time to heal. Kathryn, however, is a child of Heaven. Her powers are divine, and therefore, much more potent."
The angel blushed, and then bit her lip.
"I'm really sorry for dragging you everywhere. Right after I heal Maeve," here she gestured to the girl, "we can do whatever you want." Upon saying this, she carefully crept toward the bed. "Maeve, how are you feeling?" she asked.
"How the hell do you think I feel, stupid angel?!" she shot back. "This damn fever is making me feel naseous and dizzy."
"It has no effect on your tongue, it would seem," Noira pointed out, her face blank.
"Look, it's not like I get sick often. Just do the damn spell and get it over with! I need to make sure that Kat is..." she stopped. Kat was already there. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a second. If you're here, does that mean...?"
"Nevermind, Maeve," Noira said. She turned her gaze to Aceltia, still dubious and untrusting of the newcomer. "I doubt that Maeve's body will resist the healing spell, but it is probably better to not be in here while it is cast." She opened the door to the hallway, and stepped through the doorframe, holding the door open.
She looked expectantly at the hawk girl to do the same. "Close it behind you," she instructed.
