She was released from bed.
Finally!
Fiadh helped her to bathe and her muscles were aching, stiff. But she was walking. And not tumbling to the ground. Or falling into Donncahd's arms and needing to be carried back into bed.
So it wasn't as embarrassing, and she could get around on her own.
It wasn't easy, and sometimes her feet dragged and it felt more like a stumbling walk, but.
At least.
There was progress being made.
Fiadh walked behind her carefully.
"Please take your time, your highness..."
Rache tried. She really did. It was just...
So exhausting, and she was breathing heavy, and she was so slow...
Like at any moment she might just collapse after all.
And yet.
She managed not to.
And when she made it to the breakfast room, and settled down at the table. It felt.
Amazing.
Like an accomplishment and a miracle.