Penelope
The question hangs heavily in the air.
Yavanna looks like she is considering telling me the truth or not.
"I can't say for sure. It could be days,a week at most." Yavanna glances at my mother's still form.
"She is in pain, though the poison is likely dulling her awareness of it. If you want, I can give you something to ease her suffering and make her final days more comfortable." Yavanna offers.
"Ease her suffering." The words taste bitter. "You mean make her die faster."
"No, of course not.” She glares at me.
"I mean reduce her pain without accelerating the inevitable. She's dying, Princess and nothing we do can change that now. But we can choose whether she dies in agony or in peace."
The room spins and I grip the edge of the bed to steady myself, staring at my mother'
