The two girls were laying in separate beds, both were very pale like their father had stated moments before. They were covered in blankets, but Melee could still see them fidgeting even underneath all those layers. Every now and again a particularly sudden movement would break the stillness of the blankets and cause the girl's head to roll to one side, their eyes just staring ahead.
Arcadia knelt by what she assumed was the oldest of the two girls (it was hard to tell, they almost looked like twins), smiling at her as she started removing ingredients from her bag. "Hello dear, I'm here to make you feel all better. What is your name?"
The girl slowly turned her head to face Arcadia, sighing, almost sounding bored. "I'm Sissel, and that's my sister Britte. Are you going to find out what's wrong with us?" She suddenly turns toward Melee with a bitter look on her face, the action taking her aback. Why is she looking at me like that? I haven't even said anything to her yet. Despite the strange reaction, she smiles at the young girl. "Yes we are, going to have you feeling all better soon enough."
Sissel looked as if she were about to make an angry remark, but was prevented from doing so by Arcadia, who started feeling her face and glands for any obvious causes of sickness. As she rolled up her sleeves, she noticed a cut going across the Sissel's forearms that looked raw and infected. She peered closely at it, gently prodding the swollen regions around the cut before looking up at the girl. "How did you get these cuts?"
Biting her lip and looking down, Sissel quickly pulled her sleeve down to cover up the cut. "A few days ago. Me and Britte were playing near the inn, and.." She nervously glanced at her sister. "We cut ourselves on some of the tools out back. They accidentally fell down on us. We didn't want to get in trouble so we just ran back home without telling anyone what happened."
Arcadia tries to hide a smile as Sissel recounts her story, and Melee soon realizes why. The girls hadn't been bitten by a vampire; they had simply contracted a case of Rattles from the infected cut. She turns to Lemkil, who had been listening quietly this entire time. "Your daughters aren't vampires, they just have a mild disease that displays some of the same symptoms as vampirism. We'll give them some potions to drink, and they should be fine in a day or two."
Lemkil sighs, crossing his arms and watching as Arcadia mixes the ingredients together and tells the sisters when to drink the potions. "Well, the rest of the village will be happy to hear that. They've holed themselves up in the inn for the past few days. Guess I should head over there and let them know the news. Thank you." He walked over to the door and opened it, pausing before he went out and said, "There's a small coin purse on the table, please take it as payment for your work. And also, do you think you could head over to the inn once you're done? Just so everyone knows I'm actually telling the truth. And thank you again." With that, he headed to the inn, shutting the door behind him.
After Melee helps Arcadia clean up, the say goodbye to the girls and head out toward the inn. She looks up to the sky, observing how much the sun had advanced since they had arrived in Rorikstead. "Well, it's not exactly late, but it will be dark long before we make it back to Whiterun. Should we just get some rooms for the night?" Arcadia nods, readjusting the bag on her shoulder. "That sounds like a good idea. You know I hate traveling at night." Melee smiles. Arcadia's nervousness about certain things were a good source of good natured joking between the two of them. "All right, to the inn we go, then."
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