"Be careful!" Isolde's shrill scolding was sharp as she helped her husband, one hand braced beneath Edmund's arm while he carefully lowered himself to the ground.
The journey from the free clinic had exhausted him far more than he was willing to admit.
Aria studied these pathetic characters who were her parents, feeling too awkward to offer assistance.
"I think I have this...."
His breathing was shallow and his complexion looked gray in the lantern light.
Aria looked around, dusk was setting and turning into darkness, if they didn't move faster, she'd never find a willing nurse tonight.
Every few moments a cough seized him hard enough to make him wince.
"Slowly," Aria said, watching Isolde tighten her grip before he could stumble.
"I am moving slowly," Edmund protested.
"You have been moving slowly for ten minutes!" Isolde snapped.
"That is because I am old."
"You are fifty-two."
"Exactly."
Aria rolled her eyes, feeling a peculiar lightness stir in her heart.
