When she awoke the affects of the poison were gone. She cussed as the sun burned her eyes and she quickly focused on Marcurio who laid unconscious with beads of sweat running from his cheeks.
His wound stay closed until she got him to his feet and began trying to drag the heavier mans form back home.

"Vilkas, has Fren been here?" Farkas busted into his brothers room in Jorrvaskr with a huff.

"No, when was she supposed to be back?" Vilkas set his book down and turned to his brothers worried face.

"Should have been today but I didn't think it would be this late."

"They're probably drunk or getting into their usual trouble, give them until morning."

"I don't trust it. Somethings shifted in the wind."

Vilkas stood up and grabbed the armor thrown on his bed. "Let me grab my things and we'll go check it out." He hoped his calm tone would soothe his brother.

Farkas all but ran through the town and out of the gates leaving Vilkas scurrying to catch up. They scanned the star painted landscape in silence as they looked for a sign of Frenya or a recent struggle.
Farkas took off running shouting something as he ran towards whatever had caught his eye. Vilkas gasped when he saw the distance a figure stumbling
and trying to drag something from the ground. Oh gods, Fren! He found himself shouting as he drove his legs to carry him to the scene.

The dirt on Frenya's cheeks was striped from falling tears as she screamed for them to help her, Marcurio's pale head bobbing as she tried to step forward. Vilkas grabbed the mage, adjusting his weight over his shoulder as he turned back to the city.

Frenya was aware that Farkas was shouting, asking if she was injured. She ignored his question as she grabbed his hand and chased after Vilkas. Her commands were sobs as she yelled for Marcurio to open his eyes again.

Farkas tried to pierce her thoughts as she told Vilkas to get him to Breezehome and told them not to get a healer. Vilkas barely had him on the bed as Frenya tore open his robes and barked for Vilkas to get salves and potions from Marcurio's alchemy station.
She pleaded with her hands to help her as she tried to sputter out what healing magic they could give her. Marcurio sputtered as he took a gasping breath and Frenya felt his hand on hers.

"Don't try to talk, just stay awake." Frenya cussed as her the glow of her hands faded out again and again. Vilkas held the back of Marcurio's head as he tried to take in the potions. Frenya commanded be given one after another. "Vilkas, I need all the disease curing potions you can find in this house."

"Disease? Frenya...

"How long do you have once you're infected by a vampire?" She continued to try and finish closing the wound.

Farkas tried to wrap his mind around what she was saying as he approached the bed. "Two..three days tops. Frenya, was he bitten?"

"I don't know." She winced as she poured the healing liquid onto the closing wound and sighed as it finally pulled shut. "If it happened at the camp, would this cure it?"

"It may. Frenya..what is happening?"

Frenya tried to catch her breath as they turned to panicked cries. Farkas pulled her to her feet asking her to come downstairs and calm down while Vilkas patiently got the semi conscious man to swallow the liquids.

She paced across the floor letting tears fall where they may as she bit her fingernails and drilled the twins for information until Vilkas caught sight of her arm. "It's fine, bastard had poison
on his sword. I could have gotten him home faster.."

The twins stood in silence trying to stutter words as Frenya ran back upstairs to check on the ailing man. She returned a short time later with a scowl and panic in her eyes as Vilkas handed her a filled tankard.

"Sit down and drink this. There is nothing you can do but stay calm."

Frenya grabbed the glass and drank until it was empty before handing it back to Vilkas. She was well on her way to bottom of the second glass when she froze.

"Who brought those jobs, Vilkas?"

Vilkas sipped from his tankard, his forehead wrinkled in thought "I think they came from Dragonsreach. Aela brought them to your desk, why?"

"We were told bandits. Who makes that mistake?"

"What are you talking about.. What happened?" Farkas stood up and pulled her in as the sadness in her eyes faded to fury.

"It was a group of vampires." Frenya ran to a basin and heaved. "I've killed him."

Farkas held back her hair as she purged herself. "He's not dead, love. He's still breathing."

"I'm going to Dragonsreach and killing that troll Proventus for his idiocy."

"We are not killing anyone in the Jarls court. Come here." Farkas pulled her back into him, pushing her head to her chest as he stroked her hair trying to calm her anger and sadness.

She stayed there finding comfort in the hardness of his armor against her as she tried to slow her breath and tell herself he would be fine.
She could hear Vilkas moving around as Farkas stayed silent only moving to kiss the top of her head or adjust.

She pushed herself away when she heard a faint cry from her room. Frenya checked his wound and spoke softly to him as she placed a cool cloth on his head and tried to breathe.

Frenya placed herself on the floor beside him, watching his chest rise and fall until she submitted to sleep herself. She woke only for a second when Farkas came in and placed a blanket over her and again when he felt herself being pulled away.

"I want to stay here."

"I know." Farkas sat on the floor with a soft grunt and pulled her into his lap.

"He can't die. I need him." Frenya felt her nose run as tears dripped from her eyes.

"I know. Sleep now"