#baronyofthesilverwolf

The vehicle pulls up into Silverwolf grounds, it's a bold red Jeep wranger with gold tire rims. There is a bumper sticker on it says 'i'm a blacksmith, what's YOUR superpower?'

The dogs, already tense, move forward to deal with the intruder, but then, they recognize him, Chief Hewit is grim looking

As he steps out

He is not greeted immediately, but for the dogs. They seem guarded, and tails are not wagging. No one comes out when the car approaches, and the front door is closed, no welcome seen here.

'As bad as I was told then" He opens his hatch and pulls out the containers, a look to the dogs as he carries the food towards the door "I'll not disparage your work, but my lady is in there, and I will defend her no less than you wee doggies"

Even as Mischka shifts to one side to let Hewitt pass, heavy steps head to the door, and there is Linnea, leaning against the frame a touch, her blue skin a bit flushed purple, not with a delightful girlish blush, but with fever.

She has a mask on, and keys in hand - looks like she was headed out, even as Hewitt is arriving.

"Linnae? My lass. I heard you were sick, what are ye doing up and about?"

She straightens, and does her best to muffle a cough. "It's Danica. She did not come home from patrol. Her partner at the precinct said she near passed out at her desk and they sent her to urgent care. I must go to her."

"I'll get her," He offers, "Or at least go with you. I've brought food and groceries for your kitchen, therma flu, aspirin, Marsellies gave us the works. Let me put this in there and you either rest here or let me go with you"

"I..." It is clear that she wants to refuse, to take charge of this herself, to do her duty by Hold and Kin, but... she lowers her head. "I was not sure I would make it to the car." She admits, in a quiet tone. "My strength is sapped by this fever, as sure as any curse might hit, but without the respite of a way to resolution other than time and inaction." A grimace.

"Then I will deal with it. In you go, my lady. Would that I had time to feed you warm broth and hold your hand, but to your sister I will go"

"I would thank you properly, but it will wait until this wretched plague passes." A promise there, though she doesn't dare reach out to him other than to accept the offered supplies.

"Your health and happiness is the thanks I want most" Tenderly and he hands things over

"Mask" says a small fellow, a wee piskie of a wilder who comes out and slaps one in the Chief's hand, wearing a mask himself

Linnea hands some of the supplies to him. "Thank you, Ernie. You've met Chieftain Hewitt?" She says, pointedly.

"Oh, I think maybe once. Sorry Chief, very busy. Put it all in here, I'll show you where" Ernie seems less concerned with manners than his task. Suddenly he's THE supplier of food for everyone

As Flo might be hiding out with her son for safety's sake

She smiles, Hewitt can see it in the crinkle around her tired eyes. "Please let me know Danica is okay. Even if she must convalesce there."

"I shall.." Hewitt says now wearing a mask "I'd tell ye be brave, bonnie thane, but that is somewhat ye've never lacked. I'm taking some broth to her too" he has kept a small still hot continer "if she's in shape to have it"

"This may be the one time Marigold cannot reject Marseillus's largess, so I hope he will be the bigger fellow in not rubbing it in-" She doubles over with a cough.

"In truth, Marsellies is worried for her. Says it's like a composer of great symphonies being kept from her musings. Then o course, he got pompous again, but he's concerned and his respect showed"

As she doubles over he moves to her, to help

She holds a hand up, and steps back. "No, do not chance it. I'll go rest."

"You do that" He nods and the last of the food is on a table or counter

Julius shows up, and bows to the Chief. "Linnea, I told you to stay in bed. Chieftain, she's incorrigible."

"I'll bring you some more soup and theraflu in a few, Thane. You go to bed" Ernie seems to have adapted some odd mannerisms, he's not as extreme as some other piskie who we can't name (Because really, was it Timmy? Tommy? Whatever) but it is as if he's trying to mime the strongest parts of Julius, Marigold, and even a touch of the baron with some success

The masked Satyr herds the sick trolless back towards her chambers.

Hewitt hears Julius, "That so?" then a look to Thane Linnae "You've heard both the acting Steward and this fine lad, lassie. I'll make it three. Get thee hence to thy bed chamber to rest and recover. I cannae be effective if ye get me worried out of my wits for ye because ye will nae even tend thyself. So off with ye, so my brow can over ride the silly muscle in my chest'

(or put that up one if you would)

She tries to protest, but she DID say she would rest, and finally, Hewitt's gentle chiding does the trick.

"Take care of her, you two. " Not a threat, but as much a plea as a Chief can make "She is... precious."

Julius nods. "She's hearty. I'm more worried about..." He glances inward, and then changes his mind. "Never mind, we'll all be well soon. Lord Aiden looked into things, and there is no curse nor malignant glamour - it is just a bad influenza, as mundane as it seems to bring down stout companions and mighty warriors alike."

"He has his hands full retaining the Baroness at repose. She is trying to insist that she is well enough to continue her Pennons plans." Julius rolls his eyes skyward as though beseeching help from the heavens.

"That's the problem with women of steel in any man's life, they lift him and support him, but they do not bend to his wishes easily for they've got their own way don't they?" Hewit nods "I'm off. "And he leaves to follow Linae's direction to help Danica

Ernie however looks to Julius "How IS blue bell? We have theraflu now. I'll get her some. "

"I'll take it to her. Can you check on Briar?" Julius vanishes before Ernie can protest - his satyr speed used!

"Oh joy" But he does, after preparing some soup

And he knocks on the door for Briar "Briar? It's Ernie, don't kill me. Incoming"

"Urrrgghhhh." A growl that sounds more like a groan. "Just let me DIE."

"Sorry, Gwen would kill me if I let that happen" he comes in with the tray "We got some stuff that should help the symptoms"

And with stubborn pride, and a LONG handled spoon, he feeds Briar, making sure she gets what she needs.

She is, perhaps, being melodramatic, but you try telling THAT to the sick redcap.

It takes some time and at least three spoons, but Ernie manages to get Briar to take enough of the medicine and broth to fall back asleep.

"WHew" Madern says "Like feeding tigers at the zoo" He moves on glad he used some of the cheaper spoons as well as long handled.

Still, he can't quite get the picture out of his mind of his fingers if they were a bit closer. CHOMP.

Meanwhile...

"My love, I know you have much to do, but you will not get it done faster if you do not allow yourself to rest. Here, I can get more soup?" Aiden offers to Nadeen. "Juice, water, tea..." Softly pleading.

"No no.. I have papers to write..." cough "college... pennons... and Casmir needs caring for..."

"Damn the papers, and to hell with Pennons. YOU matter more than any paper credential or festival."

"That is... " COUGH "Very ...sweet my love. But our people need me too. You don't take their complaints like I do. The stirges have calmed slightly, but i have an audiance over a realty concern, I have assure Sydney that I support her plan to encourage LGBTQ+ political action for the coming election, not that she's running but there's one odeious trumpkin making ..." Cough "Noise. She worries he might have a surprise win if not enough folks engage. Don't even get me started on the local craftsman grumbling that they're overlooked compraed to Dark gate"