There were only a few hours left before nightfall, so she gave them a quick rundown of a few more recipes and tips. The beastmen looked utterly confused. They didn't understand why she was teaching them so much, but Isabella didn't mind. They'd figure it out in time. She wasn't doing it for them, though. She was doing it because she could feel it—the gnawing sickness growing inside her. Not the kind where she'd be throwing up all night, but the kind that made her stomach churn and her thoughts a little hazy. The kind that made her feel... off.
After finishing up the lessons for the day, Isabella accepted the inevitable: the sickness wasn't going to go away by pretending it wasn't there.
But first, there was one more thing to handle. She turned to Cyrus as he prepared to leave for his hut. He insisted, once again, that he didn't need a hide or anything. He mostly slept in his snake form, anyway.
