Aoife felt horrid. Her head was pounding, her throat scratchy, and her entire body ached. But there was work to be done at the shop. However, after Bronwyn had taken one look at Aoife that morning, he insisted she take the day off and rest. Aoife had attempted to do just that, but she simply couldn't sleep in as much discomfort as she was.
But sitting by the fire in her tiny room wasn't doing her any good. If anything, trying to draw warmth from it only seemed to make her feel worse. It was late morning by the time she decided to drag herself out of bed to buy herself some tea and honey - and maybe some crystallized ginger as a treat - to make herself feel better. The general store wasn't too far away, and maybe the fresh air would do her some good.
However, by the time she got to the store, Aoife was so chilled she was shivering, even despite the shawl she'd dug up to wrap around herself. Aoife wasn't in any frame of mind to focus on the strangeness of this, though. In stead she made a bee-line for the selection of herbs and loose teas on display in one corner of the shop, nearly bumping into someone in her haste. "Sorry," she mumbled, distracted.