The Bloodstained Wolf

Ferdiad pulled the knife that Fiadh had given him from his pocket, and unlocked the door before holding it open for Fiadh.
Kidd let out a sigh of relief, glad to be rid of the angry feline for now.
"Thank you, Fiadh. I'll be heading off to Havana to see what the old bastard is up to" Kidd said before leaving Fiadh and Ferdiad to deal with the feisty feline.

Eberhard watched this with a small smile. He was proud of how far Marisol had come since he found her in the hold of the Nachtjäger. When she asked if she should take the papers to the office, he nodded and led the way. He figured she would likely want to talk in private.

Aye, stay safe an don't get inte any trouble." She said smiling before walking inside with the wiggling beast. Once inside Fia gently sat the bad on the ground and laid the opening of it facing away from her. She then waited to see what was inside.

Once inside the office, she turned to face Eberhard. "I believe she's pregnant..." She said as she handed him the papers.

The thing in the bag thrashed around for a moment before finally calming down somewhat. A small black cat started to peek out of the bag, sniffing the air quietly before finally emerging and exploring the room. It sniffed the spot where Pedro had slept, and even pulled a bit of a stink-face.
"Oh now that's cute" Ferdiad chuckled. The feline then found Ferdiad's stash of sausages from earlier, and immediately began devouring them. "The wee skitter!"

"I believe you are correct" Eberhard chuckled as he took the papers from Marisol and added them to a file. "However she has another condition too. What do you think it is?"

Fiadh smiled as she moved over to her desk. Setting the Templar letter for Lizzy in a drawer before putting the letter for Lizzy in her coat pocket. "Well, we don't need to worry about feedin' it." She said with a chuckle. "Come on, we need tea get some food fer tha girls." She said smiling as she walked towards the door.

Marisol thought for a moment. "Um... a urinary tract infection?" She asked. She thought that seemed correct but was unsure.

"Fair play. Wee beastie's somewha' cu'e" Ferdiad chuckled as he watched the feline finish it's sausages before it started bolting around the room like a mad idiot. If anything, the poor thing seemed absolutely terrified. It eventually managed to find it's way under the bed, and finally started to calm down. Ferdiad turned to Fiadh and smiled before following her to the door.

"And you would be correct. Unfortunately it is a common condition for women such as her, thankfully it can be remedied" Eberhard explained as he began preparing a medication for Margaret.

Aye, Let's let the wee thing calm down... Lizzy is goin' tea love it." She said with a smile as she walked to the door. "Might go huntin' fer it." She added as she walked out of her cabin before going below deck. Making her way down to the Galley of her she she thought for a moment. "Think they would like some stew?" She asked looking up at him.

She nodded smiling happily. She had a little more confidence now and was enjoying herself. Still she was unsure about how to tell the woman she was likely pregnant.

"I hope so. The wee thin' certainly has some figh' in i'. Saw some wee little rabbits up a' the swamp" Ferdiad said as he made his down to the galley after Fiadh. He thought about her question, and wondered what the girls might like. "The wee lass migh' have a swee' tooth, an' the older lass... do ye have any apples?"

Eberhard stood in thought for a moment, wondering if he had ever made use of Margaret's services, and let out a quiet sigh of relief. He continued working on the medication, and wrote two letters for the abbess.
"Marisol, are you at all squeamish? You don't have a fear of blood do you" Eberhard asked as he looked to her.

Well I suppose I'm goin' rabbit huntin' after we feed those girls." She said with a smile. Turning she arched her brow. "Aye, I always have apples. They're my favorite." She said smiling as she showed him where they were. Picking one up she bit into it. "They should have somethin' other than sweets."

Marisol thought for a moment. "I don't think so." She said with a smile. "Why do you ask?"

Ferdiad grabbed a few apples, and started slicing them up.
"True, bu' that's no' tae say they can' have somethin' swee' after" Ferdiad chuckled as he started making a dough of a sort.

"Well, the abbess said a few men died from that opium that Günther had, so... I thought I could give you your first anatomy lesson" Eberhard said with a small nervous smile. He didn't know where Marisol stood on cutting open dead bodies just to see how they worked.

Aye, yer right." She said as she began working on a stew, using some boar meat one of her crew members had brought back the day before. "Wha' are ye makin'?" She asked, looking over to see what he was doing while she cooked.

Marisol tilted her head and thought for a moment. "Oh.. hmm." She said as she thought. "I would be happy to at least attempt to." She said with a smile as she looked up at him.

"I can' remember the name, bu' Ma used tae make 'em fer us round Samhain. I suppose you could call them apple tarts of a kind" Ferdiad explained as he rolled out the dough. He carefully arranged the apple slices on the dough, and sprinkled some sugar and spices on them before folding them closed and setting them in the oven.

"Ah, wunderbar! I can assure you, it is truly fascinating stuff" Eberhard said with all the excitement of a child on Christmas morning. He finished the medication, and set it in a small jar before turning to head back out to the two girls.

Can I try one?" She asked eyeing the treats he was making. She loved sweets and apples and wanted to try a bite of them at least. She continued working on the stew she was making

She smiled and followed him out of the office and back to the two girls. She was happy to try anything once and if it helped her be a better nurse she was more than happy to do so.

"No, bu' ye can have two all tae yourself" Ferdiad chuckled as he looked to her with a sly smile. He made his way over to the stew, and quietly snuck a taste of it, hoping he wouldn't get whacked with a spoon in the process.


Miele was still fiddling with her string, trying to tie an interesting looking knot so she didn't pay much mind to Eberhard and Marisol as they approached.
"Margaret, I've prepared a medication that should ease your pain during urination. As for the other stuff..." Eberhard paused and looked to Marisol, waiting for her to explain the woman's situation.

Fiadh alowed him to have a taste. "How is it? Stew is about tha only thin' I can make well... Otherwise it's food on a stick roasted over a fire." She said with a smile as she stirred the pot.

Marisol followed Eberhard back over to Margaret and waited for Eberhard to finish before giving her a smile. "It would seem you are likely pregnant as well." She said unsure about how the woman would take the news.

"Hmm, it's no' bad, an' i' doesn' have potatoes which is grand." Ferdiad turned his attention to the tarts in the oven, making sure they weren't burning.

Margaret sat there for a moment before flopping back, groaning, and wiping her face.
"Fuuuuuuuuck. Welp... what treatments do ye have for that" she asked as she looked up at Eberhard and Marisol.
"Well... we have a variety of treatments. All effective, and most safe."

Glad ye like it. I know far better than tea add potatos tea anythin' ye eat." She said with a chuckle as the stew simmered. It was almost done and then they would only have Ferdiads sweets to wait on.

Marisol looked up at Eberhard curiously. She was interested to see what kind of treatments they might have for the woman.

"Awww, ye remembered"Ferdiad said with a smile as he wiped a fake tear from his eye. While he was waiting on the pastries, he cut up some bread for Margaret.

Eberhard sat on the bed across from Margaret, and started discussing all of her possible options and treatments. Eberhard explained that since they caught it early, her risks were minimal. She listened carefully, as did Miele who apparently found this all fascinating. She tried to focus, but eventually got bored and curled up on her bed.

Would ye cut some fer Miele as well?" She asked as the stew finished cooking. "Once we go back, one o' us will need tea carry their plates while the other rows." She said grabbing some bowls for the stew.

Marisol listened quietly as well. She too found it fascinating. She disliked the idea of getting rid of a child but gave no judgment toward the woman. She wished she knew what to do or say to help the woman through this situation.

Ferdiad cut some bread for Miele, and took the pastries out of the oven and set them aside before helping Fiadh with the stew.
(Time skip?)

Eberhard made his way to the office, and filled in some papers before preparing a special medication for Margaret. He held no judgment for her as he knew it was her decision, and not a decision without reason.

Once they were done cooking they loaded the food they had made into a boat and began rowing for sore. Once there they carried everything back to the church. Fia opened the door for Ferdiad before entering herself. "We're back." She said as she closed the door behind them.

Marisol had been sitting quietly reading one of the medical books Eberhard had given her when she heard the church door. Peeking out she smiled before turning back to Eberhard. "It seems Fiadh and Ferdiad have returned... Something smells really good."

Ferdiad looked rather comical carrying all the food that he could, praying to all the gods that he wouldn't drop anything. As soon as they were inside, he set the food on whatever flat surface he could find. He made his way over to Miele, and gave her a long bit of string before teaching her some games with it.

Eberhard had emerged from the office, and given Margaret the medicine that she had requested. He sat with her in silence, just being there for her as she waited for the medicine to work.
"Oh it does smell wonderful" Eberhard chuckled as he rose from his seat and made his way over to Fiadh before quietly explaining what she had missed.

Fiadh smiled as she watched as Ferdiad went to sit beside Miele. She listed to Eberhard about what they had missed and nodded. "I see... Seems we missed a lot..." She said as she began fixing a bowl of stew for Miele, along with some bread and a couple of the little pastries Ferdiad had made. "Help yerself in yer hungry. I made plenty." She said with a smile as she walked over to Miele and sat her food down on the bedside table before making some for Margaret. Sitting the plate down she smiled. "There's enough fer seconds." She told her in a kind voice before walking back over to where Eberhard was.

"Not a lot, really. Although Marisol does have the potential to be a good midwife" Eberhard said with a proud smile as he looked to Marisol. He was so proud of her, and how she had handled her first case.

Miele's face lit up at the sight of such a wonderful spread of food set before her. She looked up at Fiadh, and smiled before digging in excitedly.

Margaret tucked in to some delicious bread, sitting and eating it quietly. She occasionally dipped a bit of bread into the stew, and ate it. Eberhard wrapped a blanket around her, and stood off to the side with Fiadh as he watched over the group.
"You ever think we'd end up in such a situation" he chuckled as he looked to her.

No... Things could always be worse." She said with a smile as Marisol walked over. "Hello, lass. Eberhard tells me yer doing well fer yerself. I'm glad." She said smiling. Blushing a little she smiled. "I'm just happy to be able to help people." She said with a smile as she looked up at Eberhard. "If ye two want some, yer welcome tea tha stew." Fiadh said with a smile as she reached for one of the pastries Ferdiad had made.

"Never meant it was a bad thing" Eberhard chuckled. He looked to Marisol, and smiled softly before helping himself to some stew. Ferdiad was sitting on the bed next to Miele, eating some stew. He told her the legend of the mighty giant Finn McCool, how he built the Giant's Causeway to go off and fight the Scottish Giant Benandonner, and how his cunning wife Oonagh had to save him.
Günther's nose twitched slightly as he caught a whiff of the delicious stew, and he eventually sat up. He still looked like shit, and coughed quite a bit.