Sword of the Lost Gods ~fantasy rp~

[Miranda_]

"Thanks," he said gratefully. "Those stairs kill me in this form."

[spirit_queen]

"yup." Athena said, her mind preoccupied. She wnet into the nursery. svana looked flushed, and whines every so often. She set Heimdall down, then picked up Svana.

[Miranda_]

Heimdall could only watch helplessly.

[spirit_queen]

Athena felt Svana's forehead, and Svana coughed. "She's sick." Athena said, worriedly. "to you or me, what she's ailed with would be nothing; but she;s just a baby, and her immue system is weak."

[Miranda_]

Heimdall looked worried too. "What can we do? Can you cure her with the sword?"

[spirit_queen]

"I could dispose of the sickness without the Sword, but i won't Athena said. "In a way, she needs to get through this, or her immune system will always be weak." Athena said. "If she never has to battle sickness, her immune system will never get stronger. so, I'll help with the symptoms and keep an eye out on her, but she needs to overcome the virus itself on her own."

[Miranda_]

"I'm just worried about it getting worse. Maybe we should have her in a room by herself so none of the other kids get it."

[spirit_queen]

"Yeah." Athena said. "But, for now, I'll take her with us to watch the movie."

[Miranda_]

"Alright then. I hope neither of us can catch it, whatever it is."

[spirit_queen]

"It's one of the billions of variations of a cold." Athena said. "Quite harmless to us."