For the Honour Of My Clan

"I don't think he will," frowned Nolee.

"I hope not." Sheamus said, patting the wolf again.

"And if he does?" Nolee frowned.

"Than he can sleep outside." Sheamus said, shrugging.

"You wouldn't dare! He could run away!" frowned Nolee.

"Well then he better not chew anymore furnature." Sheamus said, not really caring so much if the thing ran away.

"Be nice to Ulfgar," frowned Nolee.

"I will...if he be's nice to my stuff." Sheamus said, rolling his eyes.

"He's just a pup," frowned Nolee.

"I know, I'm sorry. I'm rarely in a good mood right after waking up." Sheamus told her. "So...breakfast?"

Nolee nodded softly, linking arms with him. "Yes."

"Ok, well let's go eat then." Sheamus said, smiling as he led them to the dining hall.

Nolee smiled and walked with him.

Once they got there, neither of Nolee's two friends were sitting at the table. Sheamus looked at her, watching her reaction.

Nolee frowned, "Evan must be feeling worse..."

"Did yeh want someone to go check on him?" Sheamus asked, looking around for Finlay.

Nolee nodded, "Yes...yes please. A healer..."

Sheamus nodded and found Finlay, speaking to him in Irish before Finlay walked off to find a healer.

The healer, Dolph, was working on his friend Jack who had been injured in the raid with Finlay walked in. "Yes sir?"

Nolee knocked on the door to Evan and Kofi's room.

"Someone's sick." Finlay said, being the kind of person who went straight to business. "Sheamus wants someone to look at them."

Kofi came and opened the door, smiling slightly when he saw it was Nolee. "Hey." He said, moving to let her in.

Dolph nodded and finished sewing up Jack's arm, "Lead me to them."


Nolee frowned, "Hey...hows he holding up?"

Finlay nodded and headed towards the room.

"Um..." Kofi said, frowning as Evan coughed. He went over and sat down on the bed where Evan was laying down, curled up under the blankets.

Dolph frowned, "Whose sick? Someone I know?"


Nolee looked at Evan, feeling horrible. Had she not convinced Evan and Kofi to go with her, then he wouldn't have gotten sick. Now here he was, maybe even sick enough to be clutching onto life. "Evan...I'm so sorry..."

"One of the ones from the village..." Finlay said.

"N-not your fault Nols... You...you were scared..." Evan said, shivering. "So were we..."
Kofi gently ran a hand through Evan's hair before pulling him into his arms, trying to keep Evan warm.

"Ah," nodded Dolph as he entered the room. He walked over to Evan, putting a hand on the young mans head. "He's burning up. I'll have to make a solution for him to drink."


Nolee looked at the doctor and then at Evan, "It is my fault...I failed you and Kofi...'