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Struggle (4/?)

[(Anonymous)]

To say that Ysolda raced to the Temple of Kynareth would be the ultimate understatement of the past two centuries. Her heart hammered so harshly in her chest that it threatened to burst past the muscle and bone encasing it. Her breath was heavy and short, fear engulfing her. The only thing now occupying her troubled mind was her beloved husband.

Raven was sequestered in a room away from the main area of the temple, and a temple priest led Ysolda there hastily. She could hear pained moans from an injured Legion soldier and cries from a poor farmer's wife who was stricken with an awful fever, but Ysolda tuned them out. She needed to see Raven.

Upon entering the room, Ysolda saw Raven laying on a bed, wounds on his chest and abdomen bandaged but staining the white cloth strips red, and bandages covered his right eye. One of his many friends and traveling companions, a mage named Marcurio whom he'd met in Riften, sat at his bedside. He stood as she entered and moved to offer her a comforting hug, which she accepted gratefully.

"I got him here as fast as I could." He said quickly. Upon looking at Marcurio, Ysolda noted his robes were torn and he also had wounds bandaged, though not as severe as her husbands. She looked from Marcurio to Raven, and moved to his side, a shaking hand gently caressing his left cheek, which wasn't obscured by bandages.

"Stendaar's mercy," she breathed, tears springing to her eyes. "What happened to him!" She exclaimed as she tried very hard to keep herself from breaking down.

"On our way back to Whiterun, we were attacked..." Marcurio gulped, his throat drying as he remembered the events of the past few hours. "We were attacked by a werewolf." Ysolda gasped, a choked sob threatening to escape, but she restrained it. Marcurio cleared his throat, then continued to speak. "It went for me first, but Raven jumped in front of it and took most of the attack. I barely managed to kill the beast before it killed him. I did my best to heal his wounds, but...There was so much blood. I thought I'd lose him on the way here." The door to the room reopened, and in stepped Danica Pure-Spring, looking grave.

"If you had gotten here any later, we probably would have lost him. Kynareth's protection can only last so long." She gently placed a hand on Ysolda's, which rested on Raven's cheek. "I'm so sorry we didn't send for you sooner. But after all you've been through recently, seeing him in such a state as he was before I was able to tend to him would surely have been too much for anyone as close to him as you to bear."

"Will he be alright?" Ysolda asked, tears beginning to fall though she tried her damnedest to hold them in.

"I believe so, but his recovery will be slow. I did my best, but I couldn't repair all of the damage. He will most certainly lose his right eye." Danica bowed her head. "I shall leave you a moment in peace. Sir Marcurio, was it?" She turned to Marcurio, who merely nodded. "Let us give them a moment alone." She led Marcurio out of the room, leaving only the unconcious Raven, Ysolda, and Ysolda's seemingly unending grief.