[D4 EA] Lady Troubles (Lysa's Chambers)

[Lysa Meadows]

Finally released from her duties, Lysa made her way from the Lord's box, intending to return to her chambers, but she wobbled. Queasiness roiled in her stomach, and threatened in the back of her throat. The fair-headed girl reached out and steadied herself against the side of the box, swallowing the nausea that was bubbling up inside her.

[Alicent Feyther]

Fortunately, a young woman of even paler hair had made it a point to keep an eye on the young lady of the house since she had realized what was going on, and she appeared at her side with a smile. A gentle, warm hand was on Lysa's back, as well, hopefully doing a little bit to soothe what was likely an upswelling of nausea. "Good afternoon," she greeted. "Thank you for pausing for a moment." And covering for the nausea.

[Lysa Meadows]

Lysa smiled gratefully to the young woman, "my saviour once more," she whispered, "would you be so kind as to help me back to my rooms?"

[Alicent Feyther]

She smiled and offered her arm. "I would be more than happy to do so," she replied, letting Lysa lean on her or pause as needed on their way back to the keep and up to her rooms.

[Lysa Meadows]

One of the guards raised an eyebrow as Lysa guided her companion through the Keep into areas that were off-limits to guests, but Lysa ignored him. Her ladies-in-waiting were no where in evidence as the pair entered the first room and Lysa sank down on a plush couch. "Thank you, Alicent," she sighed, "could- could you call for one of the servants? I need something to drink, I feel so dizzy."

[Alicent Feyther]

Alicent did as asked, calling for one of the servants before joining Lysa on the couch and squeezing one of her hands gently. "I'm not too surprised. If it helps, the nausea will probably start to ease up pretty soon..."

[Lysa Meadows]

The girl looked worse than she had when their paths last crossed. Much worse. She doubled over in sudden pain, whimpering and holding her stomach. Shaking her head, "I deserved this, I should take the Mother's punishment with greater decorum."

[Alicent Feyther]

"Hey, none of that, now... Don't beat yourself up. The Mother is loving and protective, right? Even under unusual circumstances," Alicent murmured with concern and sympathy, leaning over to look at her carefully. "This much pain shouldn't be with it..."

EA 4, Medicine (Diagnosis) TN 9: 4d6k3 16

[Alicent Feyther]

Alicent got up and sniffed the cup and her brows knit, frowning deeply. She crouches in front of Lysa so she can look her in the eyes without making her getting up from where she sat on the couch. "Lysa... I need you to be very honest with me about what you've been experiencing today. I know it might be embarrassing, but it's important. You seem nauseous. Has there been much bleeding? Have you had to... visit the privy often?"

[Lysa Meadows]

Lysa pushed the goblet away, "I think you know the answer to that," her tone was petulant and snippy, but the cramp seemed to pass, and in time for a servant to knock before letting themselves in with a pitcher of pungent spiced wine. The scent of ginger wafted up from the mulled contents.