It had been a long time since Natu had fallen ill to the mild sicknesses of the world. Whatever Sven had was clearly not mild yet it was of a different ilk than anything she had experienced. Looking down upon him she is stricken with terror - the fates could not be so cruel. To lose one son on the cusp of the arrival of her youngest children. It would tear her heart out to lose the silver and black boy even if they had never been quite as close as she had once hoped. Much in life seemed to come in the way of that yet she had been certain that come spring she would have plenty of time to spend with Sven and strengthen their bond.

She can tell as she approaches that Sven does not quite realize she is there. No doubt his misery has taken full over his mind and it has her heart racing and her sides aching as the children create havoc within her. She stares down at him as he blinks clearly trying to reorient himself with the world and her ears fall back in her worry before they prick forward once more to catch his words. He sounds almost surprised that she is there and that alone sends a stab of guilt through her. Perhaps she shouldn't have waited so long.

"It will be okay Sven," she murmurs restlessly, pressing her nose to his cheek once more as he tries to tell her everything that is wrong with him. Really she has to keep him calm and herself, she knows, because panicking would do neither one of them any good. "No," she says sternly to him. "I won't let you!" There is a growl laced in her voice a moment before she lifts her maw and lets loose a loud howl calling for Niviaq. The healer who she had frolicked with in the autumn months and gotten to know better. Yes, she would help save Natu's sweet boy. She had to.

(wow, that really sucked >.<)