Ingrid sat by Lelinus as they ate. Ingrid picked at her food, her appetite largely non-existant. There was something on the table that smelled odd. Not bad per se, but maybe she was coming down with something. She chewed slowly as she looked over at Lelinus. He looked paler than usual. She steeled herself, it wouldn’t do for both of them to become sick, not now. “Are you alright Leo?” she asked quietly, lest Brynjar overhear her.
"I feel... We must get back to our rooms. No one must see.” Ingrid frowned. His voice sounded frailer than usual. She felt his hand. His skin was too warm and clammy.
“Leo…”
Lelinus had stood before she could say anything. Ingrid placed her cutlery down when Lelinus collapsed. Ingrid rose from her seat and rushed to his side with Brother Beorn. The holy man looked concerned, which only served to make Ingrid more worried than she already was. "Poison?" Beorn asked as he felt Lelinus’s face. “No swelling. We have to get him to my room."
Ingrid nodded and took Lelinus’s hand. “Come on love,” she said quietly, helping him to his feet. She put her arm around his waist, keeping him upright without making it obvious she was bearing most of his weight. Brynjar was already going to have a great time with this, she didn’t want to give him the extra weaponry of her carrying Lelinus from the hall. Ingrid followed Beorn to his room where she helped Leo to the bed. She brushed his hair back from his head and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “It’s alright love, Beorn’s here.”
Ingrid stood back from the bed, making way for Beorn. She felt slightly breathless, more than she probably should have. It hadn’t been that long a walk to Beorn’s room, had it? True she had been carrying Lelinus for most of it, but still. Ingrid took the seat by the bed and watched Brother Beorn. “Will he be alright?”