Getting worse...

Dymas’s condition wasn’t promising. It wasn’t promising at all. No matter what remedies the master had given him, Dymas was still getting worse. The master finished to visit him and shook his head, he couldn’t hide his worry. He didn’t need to say anything, Dymas could easily understand.
“My lord, I should really warn your daughters…”
Dymas remained in silence for a moment, he wasn’t happy about the situation but in the end he nodded. If he shouldn’t recover… his daughters deserved to know, he could at least see them one last time.
“I should warn the prince too…”
“No.” on this Dymas wasn’t going to bend: there was no need to worry Reth, there was nothing his nephew could do at that point anyway. “You’ll warn him only if I don’t make it.”
The maser sighed and shook his head again, it pained him too seeing his lord in that conditions.
“I’ll let you rest, then” the master bent before he walked away and approached Eire, who was waiting outside the room. “Go to him girl, you will give him this remedy, and will pass to me to take a new one while he is asleep.” he instructed her, passing her the vial before he left.
Dymas coughed in his bed and shifted uncomfortably. The bed seemed to be covered in needles and even if he was covered by many blankets he was still shivering.

Eire nodded to the maester. Watching him leave before she rushed to her lord. It was tearing her heart to see him in this condition. Not to mention she feared he might indeed die.
Pouring some water in a cup and pouring the medicine in it. Then she moved to Dymas's bedside. Placing the cup on a table as she sat down next to him and moving him into a more upright position. Making him lean on her while she fluffed his pillows.

Dymas remained in bed, without even managing to follow Eire's movements with his eyes. He only relized where she was when she helped him up, letting him rest against her own body. She was soft and warm, and in that moment it felt really nice. "Thank you... my girl..." he managed to whisper under his breath, having difficulties in keeping his eyes open. Even the little light that there was in his room burnt his eyes.

She smiled softly. "Just doing my duty my lord..." She replied softly. Gently laying him back down on the pillows. "Is there something you need me to do my lord?" She asked again with the soft voice. Knowing he wouldn't appreciate loud noises. "I have some medicine for you if you would like it." She said taking the cup and gently placing it on her masters lips, aiding him to drink it.

Dymas smiled weakly back to the girl, but he didn't answer anything. As she offered the medicine to him, he leaned forward to drink it. It tasted horribly, but he could barely notice, and he was far too gone to care. "Sing for me again... please..." he whispered weakly to the girl as he finished to drink

Placing the cup away she decided to break etiquette and took his hand in hers. She supposed he might like the comfort. Gently stroking his hand as she started to sing again. Choosing to sing the song he most liked. In these past few days she had figured out what song he liked the most.

Dymas was only barely conscious of what was going on, he was getting more and more lost inside the illness, but he could feel a gentle touch on his hand and a sweet voice singing for him... it was a beautiful voice and a sweet melody, it made him smile even in his pain... "Your voice... is so beautiful..."

Eire smiled softly at his compliment. Attempting to hide it by bending her head down.
She placed his hand to rest on her thigh and then reached over to take the cloth from the wash basin and wringing it dryer. She kept singing, it seemed to make him feel better.
Using the cloth to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

He was more and more lost, no just in the illness but in a sleepy sensation as well. He couldn't quite fall asleep but he didn't manage to totally stay awake either. He kept dazing off and re-gaining consciousness, but it was all so confused... but even in that state, that angelic's voice managed to relax and soothe him... "I love you... Arya..." he whispered, confusing now Eire with his deceased wife... it was all so blurred and confusing Dymas wasn't even sure anymore where he was or when...

Eire tensed and stopped what she was doing when he said he loved her. She even stopped singing. Until she heard him say the name of his late wife she breathed a sigh of relief.
Smiling again, continuing to pat his forehead with the cloth. "I love you too Dymas..." She said softly.
If he was to die she wanted him to have at least some consolation. Starting to hum the song again.

As the girl stopped singing, Dymas's smile slowly disappeared. He could barely hear what she said, but he started smiling again at the sound of her voice, finally managing to fall into sleep, lullied by Eire's voice. In his dreams, he kept dreaming of his late wife Arya and of the slave Eire, mixing up a lot the two of them...

Once she heard the deep sounds of snoring escape his lips she decided to stop singing. Cleaning up things before she went to the maesters like instructed. She would need to take care of allot of things while her master was sleeping.