Private Roleplay 〔❁〕There's another day to come

Izumi felt sick

The empress noticed these changes in the weeks following their leave from verdant's grace. A diplomatic retreat, but a retreat no less. Not having to monitor territory or keep track of things was more relieving than she'd like to admit — one might even say she could get used to mingling with other packs from now on. Things between her and Osamu were still relatively strange, but having the opportunity to spend time with her clan members was something she'd been grateful for. The specifics could wait.

At first, the cranebird chalked it up to eating something weird during the wedding. She'd indulged herself within the plentiful food and drinks from the islands, so there was bound to be something that didn't agree with her stomach. Yet it couldn't have been normal for the nausea and grogginess she'd experienced to extend from days to weeks.

A though came to her mind just then.

Poison? Had she been poisoned when not being careful?

Izumi was not an easily fretful woman, but doom did have the tendency to creepy upon her shoulders when her own thoughts drowned her. She needed to see someone to confirm — she needed to see a medic.

Junna,

She'd approached the young medic rather unceremoniously. Hurried was her pitch and lack of a proper greeting. A manner that surprised even Izumi, as she usually had no issue with her own composure. Yet she felt a mess.

Tend to me, please. I need your help….

A rare moment of desperation within her voice — and the furrowed crease in her brow.