"Lewis, you know I haven't been feeling well here lately. I went to the doctor this morning." Lewis looked intently into Ravon's eyes, concern taking hold of his face.
Ravon had never been sick all the time that Lewis had known her and it troubled his mind and heart knowing that his Elven bride was ill. Lewis had initially thought that she was just exhausted from all the travelling they had been doing before and after their wedding. But they had been home for several weeks now, so that wasn't her ailment.
Lewis took both of Ravon's soft, delicate hands, in his rough blacksmith's hands, and gave them a gentle squeeze. "What did the doctor tell you?" he asked, trying not to sound too worried. But he was, he couldn't wait another second for her answer.
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