Not quite present dated but takes place after the wedding!

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Nakhtmin returned with the golden bloom. Several, in fact, to see whether it could be cultivated in the Skyspear and what ways it might be dried or applied to other ailments. Setemhotep was grateful. Azalea, he suspected, would be more appreciate still. For with this blossom, she would be free once and for all of the curse which ravaged her.

The blue turtlehead gave her back her faculties. But without frequent infusion, its effects faded. She could not leave Satriya, or she would succumb again to the influence of chaos. She had not seen her sons, and for this, Setemhotep ached.

He was glad to be a vessel by which true healing might at last be offered. It was prepared in a tincture with honey and white fish, for no other reason than he thought the ordeal deserved some celebratory pomp.

I think, He even suggested, sliding the delicacy toward her, We might even have reason to break into the wine.

The potion of the blue flower had allowed Azalea to become semi-normal again. It broke the reign of the parasite, and although she did not completely feel herself, she was at least able to speak and take care of herself again.

How was she ever to repay Hotep and Nakhtmin for their help? And the little mouse?

Her life was owed many times to Hotep, and thus the woman will have to keep a special eye on the man.

Today though, there was good new. Nakhtmin, the very odd looking deer thing, had returned with the golden blooms, which she was told will bring her completely back to normal. She could return to her sons soon enough! She wondered how they were with her being gone…but she knew Jakten would take care of them. They were old enough to handle most things on their own, anyway.

Azalea watched as Hotep prepared the new blossom, a thing most beautiful if she were to say so herself. The golden hues were like that of the sun upon glittering sand, a look she had come to appreciate with her stay here. It was a land nothing like where she came from, a land of great aesthetics, and things that she could not explain as a wolf. It opened her eyes a bit to how strange life was, and that there was a lot of unknown.

Green eyes looked to Hotep and she gives a nod. The smell was amazing, and she sniffed it delicately. ”Wine? Is that like from the berries that is often consumed in Jakten?” she asked, having never participated in such a thing herself. Her only real introduction to it was it absolutely wrecking Jaxxon. Part of her held suspicion to such things.

”This smells…divine!” she says, her normal excitement toned down by the pinch of the parasite still struggling to take her mind. Her white muzzle reaches down to take a bit, and her eyes closed as she enjoyed the taste. ”Hotep, you and Satriya have been too good to me. However can I thank you?” she asked, digging in for another bite.