After the Tournament Volume 1 chapter 11
It was now December and regardless of what you believe about how someone catches a cold, somehow this had happened to Myrves. She was sure she had gotten it from one of the other warriors seeing as a few of them had been on a mission helping out residents of another land that Nevar's demons had wreaked havoc in. Some of those citizens must have also been sick hence Lamar, Arnor, and Linma getting sick and then Myrves had got the cold from them. Now the blonde haired teenager was awake this morning and sneezing and coughing in addition to feeling hot and cold and just plain miserable. She did notice Raven come in and check on her. "Good morning Raven." She coughed into her elbow.
"It seems like it is not a good morning for you, young warrior. You are definitely not doing any training today." Raven told her.
"Oh come on; it's not that bad." Myrves sneezed into her elbow after saying this. "All right; that's a lie. I'll admit it."
"Myrves, you are to rest until you have recovered in a few days. That's an order." The warlord said to her. "I will have one of your fellows bring you some soup and some tea."
Myrves found a cloth to cough into and she laid back down as Raven left her alone in her quarters. She did not like being this miserable and she wanted to feel better as soon as possible.
It was sometime later after having had the soup and tea that had been brought to her by Arkil that Myrves tried to sneak out of her room. She did not want to stay in there as she felt useless. She did have to pause just before she could get out of the room though.
Raven had a feeling that Myrves would try to sneak out and he was standing outside the door after having walked there to check on her. Myrves, do not even think about coming out of there, he said in the back of her mind.
Darn it, Myrves thought in reply and returned to her bed, coughing and sneezing into the cloth she had.
Then Raven walked in. "Myrves, you are only mortal. Getting sick is simply just a fact of life for you." He said to her. "You will be more useful getting your rest and recovering than trying to train when you are clearly not healthy enough to do so."
"All right; you win. I won't try to sneak out again." The teenage girl conceded as she got back into bed and removed her glasses to put them back on the shelf after sneezing once more. "It's just so freaking miserable."
"Well it has been said misery builds character, has it not?" The warlord asked his young student.
Should have known he'd agree with the dad in Calvin and Hobbes on that one, Myrves thought to herself. "Yeah, some people have said that back in my homeland." She replied after laying down.
"You will recover, young warrior. Just be patient." Raven assured her. He then waved his hand so that a book that Myrves would enjoy would instantly appear on top of her. "Perhaps a bit of reading might help you not think about you illness so much."
"Thanks." Myrves replied, getting her glasses back on as her mentor left the room.
Raven was not as worried about Myrves now though still hoping she would recover soon. She was young and a very strong person in many ways and she would be able to train again soon. The teenage girl did have the common sense to listen to him when she realized he was being serious so Raven knew he would not have to worry about her trying to sneak out of her quarters again.
That evening, Myrves was allowed to take a hot bath and it had helped her feel less congested. She was now dried off and in clean pajamas and back in her quarters, reading a bit about Raven's fifth tournament as she had already finished reading about the third one and fourth one. She was confused about the fact that this was the point where the dragon's eggs in Millstone Towers were replaced with the slumbering skulls and she wanted to know why that change was made. Maybe she would ask Raven when he came in to check on her.
Speaking of him, Raven soon came into the room. He had gotten some potion that relieved cold symptoms sent to him by Cyrus when winter had started and fortunately, there was enough left that Myrves could take some over the next few days to help her recovery go faster. He was also holding a spoon to measure it with.
Myrves sat up in bed. "Good evening." She said before sneezing into a clean cloth she had been given earlier.
"Good evening Myrves." Raven replied. "I hope you are mature enough to not complain about having to take bad tasting medicine."
"Of course I am; I'll just hold my nose while swallowing it so I don't have to taste it." The teenage girl said. She took the spoon from him and carefully poured some of the medicinal potion into it. "This is similar to the cold medicines that are in my homeland, right?"
"It is very similar, my friend. You do not need to worry." He assured her.
Myrves held her nose with one hand and then swallowed all of the medicine on the spoon after getting all of it into her mouth. Then she took the spoon out of her mouth and set it down, took her fingers off her nose and then had some water to get the taste out of her mouth. "Thanks for checking on me by the way, Raven."
"You are welcome, young warrior." Raven replied.
Myrves had forgotten what she had wanted to ask him but did put the book she was reading about the fifth tournament aside and instead asked "Do you ever get sick?"
"Not with a cold. It is a benefit of being immortal not having to worry about illness quite as much." Raven said.
"That's not fair." Myrves complained. "I'm jealous now."
"You should know by now tha the world is not fair, my friend." Her mentor reminded her.
"Yeah but to quote one of my favorite stories 'why can't it be unfair in my favor'?" Myrves asked. "That was a rhetorical question by the way." She yawned. It seemed that like normal cold symptom relief medicines at home, the medicinal potion was making her drowsy so that she would be able to sleep the whole night
Raven had to stop himself from smiling too much. That was an amusing comment to say the least and he was going to answer the question it contained anyway. "One has to get used to the fact that they can not control how everything goes in their life. The only thing they can do is simply deal with it the best way that they can. If you want to talk more about this later, we can but for now, you must continue getting your rest."
"All right then; good night." Myrves laid down and fell asleep without taking her glasses off and without putting any of the bed covers over herself. She was just that tired.
Raven removed the young warrior's glasses from her face and put them away before putting the blankets over her. "Good night Myrves." He whispered softly before leaving her quarters. Now he could not wait for winter to be over as then the champions would not have to worry about getting colds quite so much.