Ember fast walked to where Abbigail's cottage was, nestled between a patch of wildflowers and an old oak.Striding up to the door, she let herself in with the barest of warnings and made her way to the sick bed. Little Rand laid there with the quilt snugged up to his chin, his dark eyes glassy from fever. Studying him, she noted that his five year old body was racked with chills and he turned his head to mumble, as if he were speaking to someone else in the room. Reaching into one of her many pouches, she withdrew a small satchel of mixed herbs to lessen the fever and placed it around his neck. With that done and promising to return in the morning, she went out to find her guest.<br/><br/>But seeing a group of men approach Chriar's Field made her stop with a stubborn jaw and determined cinnamon eyes.