A/N: Sorry this is so short! I'm kind of in a crunch at the moment, so depending on how far I get on the rough drafts of this, I may or may not put up a next chapter this week.

I awoke suddenly, screaming and shaking.

"Mary are you alright! What happened!"

Capt. Bordon stood in the doorway, a startled and concerned look on his face.

"Fine, I'm fine… Just a fever dream."

"Mother are you alright?"

Braden appeared in the doorway next to the captain, looking breathless.

"I'm fine Braden."

"Then why did you scream?"

"Never mind that.. Where is your sister?"

"Downstairs playing with my toy soldiers in the sitting room… Mother are you sure you're alright?"

"Yes Braden, I'm sure; now run along."

After Braden left, Bordon walked over and sat next to me on the four-poster.

"You're still shaking." He said feeling my forehead. "And you're still very warm. I'm going to get you another damp cloth and some broth."

Bordon left and returned five minutes later with a steaming bowl of broth and a damp cloth, and pressed the cloth to my forehead.

"Here…"

I drank the broth and handed the empty bowl back top the captain.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Just watch Braden and Brielle, and keep them away from Alastor. And if you could feed the horses it would be much appreciated."

Bordon nodded and cast me a small smile.

"As you wish."