Healing and pondering.

[Lady Edfeil]

The illness had surprised her in winter. Most winters she had been ill for a week or two, sometimes three. She was used to it. The shortness of breath, the fevers. It nae made it easier, but she nae expected it to last. She nae expected it to be anything that a few potions from the healer and some rest would nae cure. But rest had been the problem. Windstorm had been so busy. There had been things to tend to. Arrangements to be made. And as long as she was busy she nae thought of Kent. And of Him. So she had kept busy, and watched the men fight in the sparring pit. She had overseen the stocking and re stocking of atticks and stables. She had gone out riding over the fields. On a horse. The small, gentle horse that had been a gift. She loved her Molly still, but when the white mule had become too old to be at ease with the longer journeys she had given in and ridden the horse that still needed a name. Daisy mayhap. Or buttercup.

What she nae had done was rest. Take time to heal and drink quiet potions by the fire. And thus the cough had harshened and the feveres hightened. Months... it had taken months, most of which she nae even had been aware of the passing of days and nights. Now two sennights ago she had started coming back more to life. Coming back from the black abyss she had hovered near for so long. The steps had been slow and still were. And thoughts played in her head like a melancholy tune when she sat by the fire and thought of things to be done.

[Lady Edfeil]

She moved slow these days, like an old crone almost. But the colour returned to her cheeks. There was a difference still, that of one who had brushed with death more closely than she should have. It was strange. She was quiet, peaceful, and yet coming this close to meeting the One who had made her by His own decision instead of the violent hand of a challenger seemed to have shaken her.
She had thoughts that had nae been with her for a long time. Thoughts of Sadhbh, Prince Sighehelm's sister, who had taken on the veil and now lived with the sister though she nae had yet made her final profession. Yet... her circumstances were different. Though a princess of the blood, Sadhbh nae had a kingdom to rule, and she was nae responsible for having an heir for such.
What would have happened if she had died? Would she have left Windstorm at the mercy of their neighbours? Of France? She needed to think and think swiftly. What if a next winter nae saw her recovering?

[Lady Edfeil]

She needed to designate an heir. Her brother... would he be able to take her seat? He was the closest relative she had. Since there was nae royal blood in her veins, she nae could pass that to a son of her own. Repsol would be of the nobility at the least. His status higher than hers before she had arrived here, before she had become her father's ward, his adopted daughter, and finally... his heir.
Marriage to Sighehelm would have been... the perfect solution: a man, strong of mind, devout, kind and a leader, in whose blood ran God's blessing of one annointed to the throne.. and a man who made her so aware of his presence, so glad to catch a glimps of his smile. This was a man she would wish to wed. They had been negotiating contract details for the engagement between the two realms. But then she had become ill...

[Lady Edfeil]

It took so long to heal. The summer had gone into autumn and now into winter. She feared winter. Winter was when ailments usually took her. And this time her body was so frail still. What if it would fail? What if she would fail Windstorm. She needed en heir. She needed to make sure that what she had worked for would be protected.
Her brother.. was the best choice for now, and that she had put to writing. But it was but a temporary solution. If she lived through this winter,she would need to make certain to find a husband. She wanted.. to send a missive to Kent. She missed him. Oh Lord it ate on her how much she missed him. She missed his strength, his hand on her back. His simple presence.