Chapter 11 Steryn"She's been ill for days. Every hour that passes she slips further into sickness."
Eudes had found an empty hay barn and built a large fire to keep the Silver Elf warm.
Shariana tucked the blankets under Irophira, "Her health is failing. I don't know what ails her."
"You have Bard-song. I mean, the magic. Can you not help her?" Bertina asked.
"My Bard magic is for protection. I don't know healing magic."
Irophira began a coughing fit. The Elf doubled over, unable to control her spasms. Small drips of blood ran from her nose.
"She has the fever. We must find help soon."
"Steryn is a half days ride from here. We keep her warm tonight and at first light we go to the city," Shariana added more wood to the fire.
"Bertina, you are from Steryn, you must know someone in th
