Dionisa gave a shrug, because as much as she wanted to flash him a smile and say oh yes, it wasn’t that awful, it would be both a massive understatement and a lie. “For two nights he was vomiting and feverish and swollen in the face and neck. He slept through much of it,” she explained, being sure to add the last part for comfort. In truth even Dio, with years of mediwitch training, had never seen a child in such a state.
“He’s doing better at the moment, but we never figured out what caused it to begin with.” They still hadn’t, but that was why Dionisia had been ensuring his meals were kept simple and all of his surroundings familiar and tested. Not that Ben had asked the details.
“I don’t mean to force your involvement. I apologize. I know you have…” A family. A wife. Any variant could fit.
“He’s doing better at the moment, but we never figured out what caused it to begin with.” They still hadn’t, but that was why Dionisia had been ensuring his meals were kept simple and all of his surroundings familiar and tested. Not that Ben had asked the details.
“I don’t mean to force your involvement. I apologize. I know you have…” A family. A wife. Any variant could fit.
