#baronyofthesilverwolf

She listens and helps where she's able to.

A grimace. "I think I've lost my sense of taste. This tastes like de... caf." She slumps a little further into the chair - not passed out, but - maybe she doesn't have the energy she hoped for!

"It was nice knowing you by the way" He says working with Sylvi, "when she gets well and figures this out, I'm a dead man. Still worth it"

A snerk of amusement. "It would be a worthy death, but I'll speak on your behalf. I'm complicit, after all."

"Thanks. Sorry normally I'm a better cook than this, not as good as Marigold of course.But I think I've had... four hours of sleep in ..feels like 3 days"

As they put the broth together, Sylvi uses her teeth to tear the postcard into pieces, releasing the glamour from the dross.

"Geez. I wish somebody'd reached out for help sooner."

The herbs gleam with glamour as well. Cared for with love, and seeds from a local Dryad...

Linnea mutters, "Silverwolf... s'strong."

"Silverwolf strong, yup," Sylvi replies reassuringly as she helps stir the broth, willing the cantrip to work and work well.

The stock pot swirls... gleams... and then the glamour soaks in, and the broth darkens. She would think it over-reduced, except for the scent that is delectable, light and nourishing, rich and flavorsome.

Linnea seems to rouse a bit, just sniffing the air.

"Next time I up the dosage " He mutters as he works "I guess we are are kind of proud hold. The Baroness caries herself like a queen, and i mean that nice you know? "

She makes a mental calculation -- how many can this serve?

A grin. "Oh, I know. And I'm glad you mean it in a nice way."

The pot is big enough to stew an entire wild goose, they weren't kidding. It's bit enough to seal canning jars in - 20 quarts?!

Probably a dozen folks, big pot "the Baron's cool too. He pours his attention into every animal, and it's contangeious. Dee's nuts for horses, Gwen's gaga for pups, Blossom loves her hawks..."

"Me? I just .. I don't know, I like cooking right? Think it's fun. Thought I was good. Boy was I wrong. Marigold is.... it's like culinary hogwarts in here"

"Well, she's one of the best to learn from. Now...get mugs for everybody who needs some of this. I want it served out QUICK. Oh...untie me, will you?"

"if were a bit more awake I might make a risque joke" he unties her "But I'm too grateful to joke around anyway. Thank you so much"

A slight blush. "Don't thank me until the broth is IN them and WORKING. Let's get going." And the distribution of mugs of broth begins.

And they do, going first to Marigold

Marigold has a flushed and ashen complexion at the same time, and her breath is rattling unpleasantly in her throat. When the light turns on, she whispers in a dry tone through cracked lips, "Ernie, bless, do not let anyone ask again. I will not go to the hospital... I just need to rest."

"You see what i have to deal with?" he whispers to Sylvi

Then he says to marigold "No hospital, Marigold, but you do need this"

"Marigold, it's Sylvi. Time for your tune-up, I think."

A nod to Ernie to give Marigold the broth. She herself is anxious to get to Nadeen.

"No, Sylvi moved back to River Vale..." She's not quite present, but she manages just a small sip of the broth.

A soft sigh, and she takes another sip.

A bit more ...coaxing

Color already coming back to her cheeks.

"Here, ' he hands another bowl to Sylvi "take this to the baroness" he tells her the room

Marigold is now sitting up! "Nadeen is ill? Good heavens, Miss Davidson. You must see to her. I'll be fine, Shoo!"

Sylvi doesn't need to be told twice. As soon as Marigold's color improves, she takes the bowl and is on her way.

Already well enough to SCOLD!

Madern feeds Marigold more broth

She drinks, and then insists, "I feel much better. I think I will sleep a bit longer." She rubs at her hip, and sighs - the ache in her hip she hadn't wanted to complain about is eased at the same time as the flu.

"I'm gonna go pour more stuff down throats then. You sleep up"

She's already laying back, but the rattle is gone from her lungs, and she slips into an easy sleep.

Briar's hacking, growling cough, Bluebell's petulant pouting, Danica's sullen countenance - these are the prizes awaiting Madern.

Bluebell is next, for Julius sake, "it's carrot flavored" he lies if he has to

She drinks the broth, but only after weakly arguing for a good 5 minutes before Madern realizes she is asking if it is MEAT broth.

"No meat, spices, yes, meats no"

Finally she sips, and her ears perk back up!

"Okay, now , a bit more, and when you get the chance, shower up and make julius get some sleep too. Your man's been holding the whole place together, Bluebell. he really has"

"Oh, silly lad. My man is Julius. He can balance a tax ledger..."

"Juggle numbers, even."

She drinks more broth.

"And lead the hold during a time of plauge while the baron gets help"

"Now i gotta go. Need to feed Briar"