[set for Ramon (But Jaydyn and the girls can come too)]

[gremlinctrouble]

Mogs scuttled about the house, their luggage unpacked and put away. There was a distinct air of worry buzzing about the entire estate. Many of the mogs wore small white doctors robes, some wore green to help convey the position of a healer. The library was empty, save for an overturned throne and dried blood on the carpet. Anna's room was spotted

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[8th_castellan]

*is picking his way carefully down the hallway to her bedroom, stepping out of the way and sometimes over the various scurrying moogles. They certainly seemed to be in an uproar about something. But maybe they were always like this. He'd never seen such bizarre little fuzzy beasts before and he was certainly no judge of what their regular behavior might be like.

As he makes his way down to where the little mog at the front instructed him to go, he can't help but pause briefly at another open door. A library from the looks of it. A handful of the little animals were busy trying to scrub up something from the carpet. Even though their soap and water nearly overwhelmed the scent, he could distinctly make out the smell of dried blood.

Deciding not to concern himself with it presently, he pressed on to where most of the rest of the fuzzy beasts seemed to be congregating. Wait...this looked like...a bedroom...he could feel his face blush near instantly. Why on earth would she want to meet him there? And it was hardly gentlemanly to find

[gremlinctrouble]

That voice. Her body weakened hearing his worry and panic. Ramon. Her eyes slowly fluttered open, head easing to the side. Her brows slipped into an apologetic furrow, a soft whimper easing from between dry chapped lips. Many of the mogs moved to wave him away, but Anna's hand lifted, gesturing for Ramon to be let through.

"No. He is my guest. P... Please, take a seat, mon cher Ramon."

A hand lowered to her chest, resting there for the time being. Another purple rod was set to her skin, on her neck this time. They gave off small static tastes, like pressing a battery to ones tongue.

[8th_castellan]

*only briefly pausing to give the mogs a distasteful and haughty glare, he quickly hurried over the chair positioned at her bedside and pulled himself into the seat.

Worry flooded his features as he slowly took in detail what had happened...what was happening to lovely Senorita Truble. She looked...so very ill...What was going on? Why was she so...so sick?

He couldn't help but suddenly feel very small, even more so than usual, at that moment. Despite all his influence and powers, he was overwhelmed by a feeling of helplessness. What could he do? What could he do to help her?*

S-Senorita Truble, why are you unwell? Did you not get any rest? What is wrong? What can I--W-What can I do for you? Please.

[gremlinctrouble]

This was it. Her mogs knew. And she knew. But no one else. Not even Thorn. Fingers clasped har arms, hugging herself as she worked into a sitting position, the help of two mogs aiding her. She winced, a hand going to her temple as she fought to not cry out in pain. Relaxing, another soft mewl given to the air. Pale orange eyes tiredly blinked to Ramon, her lips barely able to provide a sweet smile.

"I am... unwell. Muchly," Anna sighed softly, a human gesture if any. "I...h..have not been able to rest for a long time, mon cher. And... And my mana pool, for some strange reason, will not reg... regnerate. I am, for lack of a better phrase... dying..."