They say it always gets worse before it gets better.

The little dragoness remained curled within her cavern confines at the dragon sanctuary. The fever still left her icy scales slick with moisture.

Sometimes during the night and when she could sleep, momma would toss and turn.

Burying herself within the snow and ice within the cavern. She was trying everything she could to cool herself down.

Momma couldn't risk giving the illness to her hatchlings. Until she recovered.The lair would have to wait.

Her little ones would understand. Storm could help her kin watch over them.

Right now,her priority was for herself. She had always done things for the children, for others. She had never thought about herself.

It was time of course.Time for her to rest,recover. The other dragons within the sanctuary would peek inside. Taking the time out of their own to see that the small one was seen to.

And when she slept, they would let her alone.

This was one of those times. Mostly buried within the snow and ice that had been left within her temporary cavern, momma slept peacefully.

Even now her temperature was slowly dropping. Though it had a little ways to go before she would even attempt to travel. Momma did what she hadn't for so very long..

She slept without being disturbed.