Please only Tortuga wolves; Elli has the flu or something... IDK what yet

The sickness was evident by all her coughing and sneezing and it troubled her that she couldn?t focus enough to treat herself. She had grown accustomed to healing after the epidemic. She began to understand how important she was as a healer. It was far more important than a fighter in her book because without healing, when a fighter was injured, they would be out of a job. It was an interesting perspective but it was there and it was in her mind. She had a fever and a terrible cold. She was coughing up her meals. She had some kind of the flu or even a stomach bug but it wasn't pretty.


She refused to let anyone see her after arriving late to the meeting and she was sure she would slowly get better on her own. She did take some feverfew to aid with the fever because she needed to get strong again. She had been getting a lot of sleep and she?d been staying hydrated as well as fed. She wasn?t totally gone yet but she was pretty damned close. It would take a miracle or another healer or someone to intervene for her to actually find the willpower to get herself well again. She needed someone to keep her focused and on task.

Ritsuka was trying to be more careful about the inner happenings of Tortuga, and when he noticed that one of the healers was rarer to be seen the male started to seek the woman out. He was worried about her, worried about all the members that were within his pack. It would truly devastate him if anything happened to any of them, and so at the first sign of absence he was going to seek them out. This search would bring the man to Elli's den, for the woman wasn't far from where he denned himself with Gossamir. He was happier with the fiery small fae, that was for sure.

Coming to a stop outside the den Ritsuka would give a cautious sniff. "Elli...?" He would ask softly, not wishing to intrude without her permission, though he could smell sickness in the air, and wasn't above doing so if he felt that something was truly and utterly off with the poor woman.

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Short and choppy

The woman hacked once more, a raspiness to her breathe as she heard a small call for her. It was Ritsuka, one of the hunters of the pack. He was the only one with the title she knew but she was a little out of the loop. "Come..." She was interrupted with a cough and a hack more. COUGH HACK HACK COUGH COUGH. "...In." She offered up the broken permission for the hunter to come in as she sat down. She felt like she was going to cough up her lunch and so she started to search her stores for the right herbs she might need before she felt the need for a drink.


She plopped her butt on the ground as she continued to cough up flem, though she kept it contained to a small corner where Ritsuka would not have to see such vile things.

The woman would have been known to be paying much more closer attention to her fellow pack mates, more after the epidemic, and now much more after the Tortugan pack meeting. The female had noticed a small fae by the name of Elli that had arrived late to the meeting, but then she had poofed right after from the naked eye. But, Misha had caught the woman's scent, and she cared to follow her and possibly check up on her if she would need any assistance. Misha had recently been putting herself out there more for her pack mates. Even though she hadn't had much contact with them recently, she knew they cared about her just as much as she secretly cared about him. If Misha would ever be hurt, or need any help, surely her pack mates would do anything they could to help Misha. She began to feel accepted, and actually wanted in the Tortuga pack, now. It was a change of thought for the small girl, perhaps because most of her life she felt useless and worthless to the world around her, having to teach mostly everything to herself while her parents weren't there. Some nights, she would force herself to stay awake, restless as her thoughts would wander to her dead parents. Misha would always blame herself for them not being in her life today. She would always put on the weight of her mother's death, especially since her mother died while giving birth to Misha, on her shoulders. And, it was her fault her father was dead, as well. She never dared come out of the den for being to scared of the outside world.

The woman would sigh and push her thoughts away, following the scent of Elli. A new scent would linger into her nose, but this scent would be familiar to her. It was Ritsuka's, the male a personal friend of Misha's. Misha would silently slip into view, placing herself next to Ritsuka and sinking down onto her haunches calmly, watching Elli. "Hello Elli, I noticed that you might not be feeling the best.. Are you alright?" She would ask politely, turning to Ritsuka and acknowledging him with a dip of her crown.

Well didn't Elli sound just lovely? Worry reflected in Ritsuka's eyes, ears flicking down some. The healer was sick? Would she have not taken medicine for her illness? He recalled her running in on the tail end of the meeting, right before it began, and leaving quickly as well. Something had to be wrong, very wrong, and Ritsuka wasn't leaving until he found out what it was and fought to fix it. The male would quietly slide inside, only to witness more coughing, before another would enter the den as well right behind him. Ah, Misha... and she seemed to be doing better as well. Trusting him more, and the male thought that he could call her a friend. She was a packmate, but after her outburst at the beach he'd been a little wary at first, but things seemed to be, for the most part, smoothing out with her.

He would return the respectful nod to Misha, giving her a smile before turning his attention back to Elli, lifting his gaze, emerald eyes shining with a bit of seriousness. "She's sick it seems... and I believe she may have been for a period of time, haven't you, Elli? Is that why you've been avoiding the pack?" His voice was firm yet gentle. He was not angry with her for this, at all, but he would show right away that he was serious in making sure he got the proper answers, and would not just simply leave if she tried to claim she was fine. "What have you taken for this cough thus far?"

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It was not soon before another arrived at the scene and Elli sighed slightly in between coughing. They could both get sick just by talking to her and it was her job to make sure it didn't happen. Since they had already been exposed to the disgusting illness she seemed to have, she figured they could help her out. Ritsuka lined up questions for her to answer and she did her best to answer them between her coughing and hacking up flem. "Since before.... pack... meeting." She managed with coughs interrupting her.


"Can't focus... need help." She answered the next question in the same fashion as the first. Third times the charm? She answered the last question with the same feeling as the first two. "Watercress... need... Valerian root... can't find any... can't focus."She had a desperate look in her eyes as she looked to them. She had gotten over the illness of the epidemic which she had caught at the tail end of the sickness and then shortly after her recovery she had gotten sick again.

The russet colored fae would glance at Ritsuka when he would question Elli the sick fae about her health. It was obviously a struggle for her to speak, but these questions were certainly necessary. Elli couldn't brush it off with a simple 'I'm fine' and expect them to leave. She didn't know about Ritsuka's thoughts on this, but Misha wouldn't leave the sick female's side until she got better. The woman's ears would perk up in attention when Elli began speaking about herbs, Misha not familiar with the topic. She mentioned something about a herb called Watercress and Valerian root, but then exclaiming how she would be losing her focus. Misha would huff a worried sigh, glancing at Ritsuka. Hopefully he knew something about the herbs she was talking about, because Misha didn't.. But she would surely try and fetch them and get any help they would ask her to.

Ritsuka would listen to the healer, his worry growing all the more. She was sick since before the meeting... likely right after healing from the sickness. Or getting a different strain. Suka would flick one ear back, continuing to make out her words. She wasn't able to focus, an effect of the sickness no doubt. With how long she had been sick he honestly wasn't surprised. Ritsuka would note the herb she said carefully, wondering if perhaps Misha might be able to fetch such an herb. He wasn't sure if Gossamir or Shay was handy... but he would turn to look at Misha all the same.

"Misha, I want you to find a healer. Whether from Glaciem, a rogue, our allies... just someone close, as fast as possible. We need to find someone who can get us some Valerian Root. I don't know if Elli has any actually here in the den... in her state its clear she can't focus enough to identify it if there is... so I need you to do this. Please go, and may your feet be swift. I will remain with Elli until you return." The Venator was trusting the small fae, praying that she would find the needed herb before the conditions got even worse. He would have gone himself, but he wanted Misha to know he trusted her with this task. To be a useful working member of the pack.

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Misha would look at the male when he would speak to Misha, telling her how she would quickly need to find a healer. This task would be a challenge for her, but her pack deserved the best. And, for now, Misha will have to be the one who gives the best she can to Elli and Ritsuka at the moment. The small woman would stand up and leave the den, a worried sigh escaping her inky black lips. She would look up to the sky, whispering a soft prayer into the wind. "I will not give up on you, Elli and Ritsuka," she would say, making a promise to herself and to the two wolves most dependent on her at the moment. Misha would blink and head off in a northern direction, ebony nose seeking out a scent, red brown bathed ears listening for any movement, sapphire blue eyes seeking out any possible help.