This Place Don't Make Sense To Me No More

Mæva lay halfway in her den and halfway out. She felt uncomfortable sleeping without the light of the moon and even then it was difficult. Glowing gold fluid was leaking from her eyes and ears as well as her nose and she had no idea what to do about it. From what she'd heard she was not the only one and she didn't want to hog resources or the healers time so she set up shop in her den and decided to stay there until she, hopefully, got better. She sneezed, sending golden snot flying. Ok, maybe she should see if she could find a healer. This was getting ridiculous. She quietly wondered what the cure could possibly be.