and the sky turned red // o - checkups

[Margaery]

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[color=#b14767]"Well, therein lies the problem. I've never been able to consume much else but the blood of other felines due to this affliction. There was a short period of time that it miraculously cured itself, but shortly after I got situated here, it once more reared its ugly head," Margaery responded quietly, refusing to glance in the direction of Bastilleprisoner. His silence, his apathy, it was hurting her badly. She couldn't entertain him with that knowledge though, not when she knew that it probably wouldn't change much.

[color=#b14767]"Throughout the course of my life, my family has always strayed away from typical medicinal practices. My grandmother was once a... healer," Funny that she chose that word to describe her grandmother's allure to the dark arts, [color=#b14767]"And I suppose that that left a foul taste in their mouth. I'm willing to try whatever you think might work so long as it doesn't provide a threat to the leeches." Trying small samples of herbs wouldn't hold too much power to hurt her, she thought. She could drink all the alcohol in the world and her body be alright- maybe the same principle applied.