The storm was over, thank the Divinities. It had been a rough one but she had spent most of the previous day curled up with Gavroche. The woman was still worried about what would come that day. Would she be able to meet with Bae-Syl and Lucette safely? Despite knowing otherwise now would her mind perceive the rainbow-marked male as a threat? She prayed not, but she knew that this meeting with her daughter and her friend was going to be important. She wanted them to express to Lucette their intent to search for a pack, a home. Bellamy walked alongside Gavroche right now, Ears and Whiskers walking on ahead of them, while Jessie and James rode on Gav’s back. She glanced towards Gav, worry gnawing at her belly. “Here goes something, Gav…” The woman told him. They had come to a stop in front of the farmhouse where Lucette and Bae-Syl’s scent was strongest. She sighed, tilted her head back, and howled for the yearlings, hoping that they would answer. "Speech" 'Thought.'

Gav knew his mate was worried about seeing the kids today but the winged male was sure she was going to do just fine. He had more Valerian Root if need be, but it was the last dose of the stuff he had remaining… and while he’d use it if necessary, he hoped that he wouldn’t need to. Bellamy was strong, far stronger than she gave herself credit for. His ears perked forward as they walked along, occasionally commenting about this or that to keep the walk from becoming awkward, but he knew the more important reason was to keep Bells calm and keep her from getting cold feet over the idea. Approaching the farmhouse at last his mate spoke and Gavroche gave a small nod. “You’ll do fine. Keep faith.” He told her. He moved his wing out, gently brushing it against Bellamy’s side. “Just think how happy Lucy will be to see you talking and interacting with her again.” His smile brightened. He let Bells call to announce they were there, not wanting to intrude on what was essentially the den of the two yearlings without their consent. "Speech" 'Thought.'

Our lives are made in these small hours The events of yesterday had been… well… something for sure. She was worried to death about Bae-Syl, even if the wound wasn’t that bad overall, she’d still feel better having a more experienced healer look at it. In fact, she had planned to go grab her dad first thing when she woke, but an onset of chills, aches, a pounding headache, and a running nose had her rethinking going anywhere. She felt like she was freezing, despite being curled up next to Bae-Syl on the soft nesting in the farmhouse. She felt like complete and utter crap… and, to her relief, he hadn’t woken up yet to see her in such a state. Lucy groaned softly, moving her head back onto her paws. Her ears were lowered down to the sides and she pressed up against Bae in hopes that she’d stop feeling so cold. The only problem was she wasn’t actually cold at all. She was burning up. The femme shivered heavily, closing her eyes and sniffling as she tried to get comfortable and go back to sleep. Then she heard her mother’s call. Any other day she’d be excited, her ears perking up slightly at the sound. Today though? She didn’t want to move. Everything hurt. She had gotten sick because of that stupid storm… But not answering them wasn’t a good idea either. Making them worry when Bae-Syl had already been stressed about her being out in the storm probably wasn’t a good thing either. Shakily Lucette got to her paws, glancing toward Bae-Syl before she made her way through the farmhouse. No doubt they would scold her later, but maybe her dad could take a look at her and Bae-Syl now that they were here. By the time she got to the back porch, however, her head was throbbing. She stepped out, whimpering quietly. “Hey…” "Talk", 'Think.' These little wonders these twists and turns of fate

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Our lives are made in these small hours The disturbance wasn't exactly enough to rouse the young warrior. Not when he felt like he did. He honestly felt like a Buffalo had run him over, and in truth it kind of had. Luce had done what she could but that didn't mean it wouldn't hurt for a while. Luce getting up was what made him crack an eye open. Was it him or was the room making war drum sounds? His ears pinned and he closed his eye and moved his leg over his face. "Lu..... come back to bed.... I dont think I can today....." if anyone was a big baby about head aches and body aches it was Bae-Syl, though he didn't feel up to doing shit today. He wasn't even sure she could hear his kind of hoarse sounding complaints. She wasn't the only one affected by the weather they had subjected themselves to, though his might actually just be his blood loss and bruising. He wasn't sure. He felt like his head was under water with the way things were sounding, though also like his head might explode. He could only hope Lucette was listening when he spoke about not being able to do anything today. He wasn't even aware that her parents were outside at the moment. He'd been too far out of it. Though he kind of felt sleepy again. Walk, "talk", Think These little wonders these twists and turns of fate

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Bellamy prayed that Gavroche was right. She could feel butterflies pounding in her stomach as she waited with bated breath for their daughter. The seconds that ticked by felt like an eternity. It seemed like it was taking an unusually long time for Lucette to come out and meet them too. Maybe the yearlings weren’t there? She cast an uncertain look at Gavroche, about to speak, when Whisker’s gasp caught her attention. Bellamy snapped her head back to the doorway, seeing her little girl standing there, overlooking the porch, as a weak “Hey…” passed her lips. Bellamy didn’t hesitate for a moment, leaping clear over Ears and Whiskers onto the porch as she rushed to her daughter’s side. “Back up, Luce, let me help you back to bed. You shouldn't be up.” She looked god awful. Had she been caught out in the storm yesterday? The very idea of it had the hairs on the back of Bellamy’s neck standing on end. She was shaking, though not from rage. She was worried, certain that Gav would be hot on her heels. Getting Lucette back into the farmhouse was the easy part. She could tell from Lucette leaning on her that she was burning up. A fever. Bells whined softly, getting her back into the room where Bae-Syl didn’t seem to be doing much better. A quick glance at the rainbow-marked male told her he wasn’t feeling well either and, worse yet, there was a gash on his side. While it looked like Lucette had tried to treat it with one of the plants that she’d noticed in the orchard she wasn’t sure if it was enough. “Get back on your nest, come on now…” She had led Lucette back to the odd room and the nesting they were resting on but waiting at the side for Lucy to get on before she moved to drop the leather bag on the bed. She’d let Gavroche handle things from here… She was never any good with plants. She could only assume her companions came into the farmhouse too, but right now where Whiskers and Ears decided to go didn't worry her. No, she had more than enough to worry about between the two yearlings laying before her. "Speech" 'Thought.'

What he’d been hoping for, expected, and what actually happened were all very, very different things. The moment Lucette showed up he knew immediately something was wrong. She looked unsteady on her paws and her voice lacked its usual energy and warmth. The winged male felt his heart sink. He had thought she had left with more than enough time to get home before the rains hit… surely she wouldn’t have fibbed to him? He was worried for her, but more worrying was why she had gotten up if Bae-Syl was supposed to be here with her. Surely the male wouldn’t have let her go if he knew she was in this sort of state? The winged wolf watched his mate leap over to their daughter, moving up behind her heartbeats after. Bells had the right idea, get Lucy back to her nest so she could rest. He was thankful for the bag of herbs he had now, though he’d definitely need to do a restock at some point in the near future after today. He had things to treat wounds, and maybe four or five doses of herbs to treat fever and cold. The man’s ears fell back and he followed the duo to the room, allowing Bells to urge Lucette onto the bed. He… was not thrilled about what he saw. Bae-Syl was not only out of commission but he looked to be in an even worse state than their little one. He had an injury, currently covered with crushed lamb’s ear, across his ribcage, and if his raspy-sounding breathing was anything to go by, he’d also been caught in the storm. Divinities above, what was he going to do with these two? Once Lucy was back on the bed and Bells had set his herb bag down Gavroche moved over to the bed and hoped up. The movement was enough to dislodge Jessie who awoke with a start when she hit the blanket. James on the other hand hopped down of his own accord to give Gavroche what assistance he could. His gaze shifted between the two yearlings. He wasn’t sure which, if either of them, would be able to answer him, so he addressed them both. “You were both caught in the storm?” He wanted confirmation as he began to look at the injury Bae-Syl had sustained. “And this wound, what caused it? It’s treated with only lamb’s ear, currently?" He had to remain calm, and keep his head on right so he could get the kids the treatment they needed. He’d only have enough medicine now for their colds for two days, given that both of them were sick, though he should be alright with readministering treatment to Bae-Syl’s wound and have enough supplies to reapply as needed. —-------------------------------------------------------------- Prescribe a treatment (Bae-Syl) - 0 / 3 Prescribe a treatment (Lucette) - 0 / 3 "Speech" 'Thought.'

Our lives are made in these small hours Lucette had heard Bae-Syl but she had had enough energy to go back and tell him she’d be back. She barely had the energy to get to the doorway. Her mom was there in seconds, ushering her to move back, to get back to bed. She didn’t argue - getting back to bed sounded like a blessing rather than a punishment. Her steps were a bit shakey as she moved back, letting her mother in. Then it was back to the room where Bae was and ushered onto the bed. She didn’t say a word, moving to settle back next to Bae-Syl to get warm. Her dad was on the bed moments later, undoubtedly worried just like her mom was. The difference was Gavroche was a healer, and he could help them feel better. She whimpered, closing her eyes as her dad started asking them stuff. “Yeah…” If she had known she’d start to get this sick from getting wet she’d have been way more careful about finding shelter when the storm rolled in. Then he was asking about Bae’s wound. She whined again, flicking her tail as her head pounded. “Lamb’s… ear…” The conformation was all she could get out. "Talk", 'Think.' These little wonders these twists and turns of fate

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Our lives are made in these small hours She didn't answer him immediately and he didn't feel her settling back into him. His paw came off his face and eyes scanned the area. He was about to get up when she reappeared with her mother. Shit.... had he blacked out again? He looked past them as Gav came in. His head lifted and he slowly readjusted himself, it would be easier for Luce to cuddle up to him this way. His eyes were on her, she looked like hell and he was gonna kick himself for not keeping a closer eye on her. His head only settled back down once luce was securely pressed back against his side. Gods she was burning up. A look at Bels had him relaxing some, at least she was up and moving and not freaking out from the looks of him. That would be disastrous, he wouldn't even be able to fight her off in his state he felt. Then gav started in with questions and when luce answered he shushed her in a hoarse voice. She sounded like he felt. Like shit. He lifted his head once more, a stern expression on his face. He didn't care what state he was in, she would come first. "Luce was, I fetched her after my hunting trip.... her first though...." he indicated towards the hardly touched bison calf he had dragged in. That would give Gav any information he needed to treat him, but he also wouldn't accept anything until Luce was treated. His voice was hoarse but he wasn't about to let the smaller younger girl suffer longer than need be. He was a warrior at heart and would face any pain like a champion to make sure luce was fixed first. Moving wasn't exactly comfortable and neither was breathing but he didn't care. Lucy was his priority. He layed his head down again looking towards Bels, she looked better now at least. He gave her a small smile, he had no ill feelings towards her after all. Walk, "talk", Think These little wonders these twists and turns of fate

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Bellamy uneasily lowered her back end to the Earth. The woman felt hopeless, unable to do anything for their sickness or injury. She hated that feeling. Only able to observe as something out of her control happened before her. It had been no different when she was a slave… Her claws dug at the floorboards. None of the others were dangerous though, she reminded herself. But how was this any different than watching any slaves she grew close to suffer? She hadn’t been able to help then, couldn’t really help now… even in a different situation when things were supposed to be better. She could feel her mind threatening to slip, start in a downward spiral away from her. She got back up suddenly, not looking at any of them. “I’m going to find something to bring you some water to work with.” She had to do something… if she didn’t she felt like she was going to explode. She left the room in a hurry. At the very least she could be out of Gav’s hair as he treated the kids. "Speech" 'Thought.'

Lucette could barely answer him, answering his questions in the shortest way possible. It was a concern for Gavroche as a parent and healer. He furrowed his brow, knowing it was important that, even though he had to treat his daughter, he stays calm. He wasn’t used to needing to treat more than one patient either… it was an experience that he wasn’t so sure he wanted. Not to mention it seemed the weight of the situation had already started getting to Bellamy as well. He glanced over his shoulder as she stated she was going to bring him water, but she was gone. Gods he prayed she could manage to keep herself together. Treating two patients was going to be a task enough… throwing his wife into the mix would be an added stressor none of them needed. His attention turned to Bae-Syl as he curled around Lucy. He was frowning, though not in a protective dad mode at that moment. They both looked bad, and sounded bad, he realized, as the young man spoke in a hoarse tone. He had confirmed that Lucy was out in the storm and that he’d gone back out to get her after his hunt. His gaze slid towards the bison calf that had been overlooked on the way in. It was barely touched… also not a very good sign. His daughter had recklessly endangered herself and her friend… he knew she had more than enough time to get back here after walking here today before the rains. So why…? “I’d be willing to agree with you if you were both suffering the same condition, Bae-Syl,” Gavroche’s ears had slipped back. “However, though it’s stopped bleeding you have an injury that hasn’t been properly treated. Lamb’s Ear, crushed like that, can help with swelling and irritation, but it’s virtually useless for an injury of that size. Even as a bandage it’s designed for scrapes. Had that injury been deeper or longer you could have been in some serious trouble before you even made it back here.” Despite what he said, Gav didn’t move. Healer or not, he would treat a patient that was unwilling. It would get neither of them anywhere… and with how Bae-Syl spoke he seemed determined that Lucy would be treated before he was even looked at. He could only hope to try and convince the male otherwise. “The longer it’s left untreated the higher your risk for infection… and potentially death.” Unknowingly he was expressing Lucette’s concerns from the day prior. “A cold left untreated can suck, but generally, it’s not as threatening as not treating an open wound like that. You want to protect Lucy, right? How are you supposed to protect her if you’re dead?” Gav sighed. “At least let me tend to that first, then I’ll swap over to treating her before continuing with you. “ He was trying to offer a middle ground for them and compromise… but would Bae-Syl have any of it? "Speech" 'Thought.'

Our lives are made in these small hours The moment Bae started to readjust himself Lucy started to shimmy against the man, wanting to be closer, to take comfort from him as well as warmth. She was wishing she hadn’t woken up and started feeling this way. She was used to feeling annoyed with her small size and lack of ability to do things, but getting sick had been hard on Lucette ever since she was little. Helplessness wasn’t in her vocabulary and having to submit to the feelings of grossness she felt… Gods… She whimpered, cracking open an eye to see her mother fleeing the room. “M-mom…?” She shivered heavily against Bae-Syl’s larger form as he shushed her. She whimpered softly, especially as her bestie seemed insistent on her being treated first. “...no…” She was trying to protest softly. Her father had a similar thought in mind. She could feel herself mentally cringe as her father mentioned that the wound wasn’t properly treated. She had tried her best! She felt embarrassed that she hadn’t recalled the exact uses of the herb… but it had the best she had on paw. He wasn’t wrong though and seemed to echo her own thoughts from yesterday. He tried to compromise with Bae-Syl, even stating so long as the wound was treated he’d jump to treating her first. “Bae…” She wasn’t sure he’d listen. They were super stubborn when it came to one another. But Lucy knew she didn't want anything to happen to him. A day without him would feel too strange… wrong… She wanted him to listen but that didn’t mean she believed that he would. "Talk", 'Think.' These little wonders these twists and turns of fate

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Our lives are made in these small hours He watched Bellamy go and a hint of self recognition was in his face. He could understand the feeling she was feeling. She didn't feel like she could be useful here but didn't want to do nothing. He watched until she was gone, not wanting to stop her if the other two wouldn't. His face then turned to gav as he tried to get bae to let him treat him. His face didn't give and he snorted. This would be something the man would learn today. Bae-Syl was a bull when he had set his mind to something. He was stubborn and unyielding. And his face became harder and eyes hardened at the mention that Luce's treatment wasn't properly done. A look at the medical bag and a mental note to start scavenging for something similar or to make her one was made. His ears pressed, and of looks could kill gav would be dead. He was insulting Luce's healing skills and Bae-Syl was about to make a point to the man. If luce saw his face she would know, his stubborn ass just kicked into a new gear. He quietly adjusted himself, gritting against the pain as he made certain the wound would now be under him. "Lu first, her healing skills are top notch, and the wound was cleaned properly. I risk no more infection than she does the cold turning into something worse." hoarse as his voice was he made it as strong as possible and loud enough that there would be no questioning him. If he had been an alpha it likely would of sounded like an alpha's orders, but this was also the stubborn, stupid boy in him. Luce was worth more to him than he was to himself. "The sooner your better Lu the sooner you can take over care of my wounds." He laid his head back down over her shoulders and smiled at gav apologetically. He understood his own issues with the wound, but he didn't value himself as much as he did Luce. But he also felt he needed to make sure the man knew not to speak ill of his daughter's healing capabilities. Walk, "talk", Think These little wonders these twists and turns of fate

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Bae-Syl shot him a glare that, if Gavroche hadn’t grown up with such looks from a young age, he might have been bothered by them. His words, too, came out with a hint of frustration. Gavroche fixed Bae with a look of his own. He could have easily continued to stress his point, as well as correct the yearling, but he also knew the look Bae-Syl was giving him. In his current state, he was no different than Bellamy when his mate got agitated. He knew the truth though and knew that Lucette did as well. She had a lot to learn. It wasn't him being mean to his daughter or questioning what skills she had. Hell, even he was learning and he was much older than both of them. But leave well enough alone, Gavroche thought. The kids were already sick, and suffering… and getting into a petty argument with them wouldn't help. Still, he defied what Bae-Syl said in his gaze. Then, as the yearling laid his head back down and gave an apologetic smile it really clicked. Bae-Syl was treating his daughter as Bellamy would treat him, prioritizing their smaller counterparts. The young male seemed to have a lot to learn as well. But that was a task for another day and a conversation that was to wait. For now, Gavroche turned toward his bag to find James was already separating what he'd need. The gratitude showed in his eyes as he watched the pygmy marmoset work, speaking softly to him. “Thank you, James. We’ll need Marshmallow, it sounds like…” He turned back to the kids. Lucette’s voice sounded raspy and Bae-Syl’s sounded more hoarse. With the rain and colder temperature yesterday they had developed a cold at least but… He moved the back of his paw to Lucette’s face, testing her temperature. She was burning up; a fever. “Going to need Bonset too, for Lucy at least…” He had to be careful though. Too much of any herb, or too many in general, could spell disaster for his daughter. She was smaller than Bae-Syl… it wouldn’t take much to accidentally give her too much. At least he was coming up with a game plan though. —-------------------------------------------------------------- Prescribe a treatment (Lucette) - 1 / 3 "Speech" 'Thought.'

Our lives are made in these small hours Lucette huffed as Bae-Syl corrected her father. She knew her father meant nothing by what he had said. He was speaking the truth, and sure it sucked to know she was still new to the whole healing thing in comparison to him. Bae was wrong though. He did risk infection. Just because the wound had been cleaned well initially didn’t mean it couldn’t get infected. But she knew that Bae was just being stubborn because it was about her. He was always stubborn about her skill, even when she tried to express to him that she was still learning. It was both a reassurance and a worry. At least he had faith in her, she supposed. For now, she conserved her energy, not trying to argue with either of them. Her head was continuing to throb and she just didn’t have it in her. Thankfully her dad knew to leave things well enough alone. He didn’t try to argue with Bae further, and Lucy breathed a small sigh of relief. At least one of them was thinking the situation through. She tried to focus on the herbs that her dad was going to administer, taking note of them. Marshmallow, it seemed, for the general cold, possibly cough? Then, once the man tested her temperature, he added on boneset. …was she running a fever? That explained why she felt so gross at least. She let herself lean heavily against the rainbow-marked male and allowed her eyes to slide closed once more. She wanted to sleep. She wanted to sleep and ignore the sickness and achiness she felt right now. But she’d have to stay with them long enough to get the herbs at least. Her dad would definitely poke at her to make sure she got the medicine. It just sucked she was much better at giving it than taking it. "Talk", 'Think.' These little wonders these twists and turns of fate

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Our lives are made in these small hours He kept his head on Luce's shoulders as she pressed into him more. He didn't mind her using him for heat, she seemed cold but not to the touch. He mainly just had the sore throat thankfully as well as the gash on his side. Though his head did hurt, but he coupled that with the bison running him over not even two days before. He wasn't a healer though. But Lucy was his priority. He could die for all he cared so long as Lucy was safe and cared for. He listened to what Gav said he would need, taking note of the small primates name. Most of the herb names went over his head and he didn't recognize, though he wasn't the type to have picked up on his mother's gifts. He would just watch the male treat luce though. And when he was certain no one was touching his side until Lucy was fixed up he readjusted carefully. His wound would now be accessible but not easily with Luce there as she was. There was another reason he wanted her treated first though and neither of the others might of realized it yet. Lucy was on the cusp of sleep and if she was more comfortable she would sleep and most likely it would be like a rock when she did. She didn't need to see his wound treatment, he'd seen her stress over it the day he got the wound. It was protection beyond protection. And he would wait until she was treated and out to say anything more. Walk, "talk", Think These little wonders these twists and turns of fate

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The kids were quiet now, not that Gavroche could blame them when either Lucy or Bae-Syl was feeling all that well. His daughter was most certainly running a fever too and that had him rethinking his earlier statement. Had the cold set in Lucette worse than he had thought? He decided not to dwell on the thought, on the potential that he had been wrong. For now he had to focus on getting the herbs to his little one and making sure she took them in full before he moved on to Bae-Syl. He turned back to James to find that the pygmy marmoset had faithfully gotten out both of the herbs that he’d needed. The current amounts present would be too much, but that was where his knowledge as a healer had to come in. Gavroche began to sort through the two herbs, tearing through a section with his claws to separate the section he’d need for Lucy. His gaze softened once he’d done so and moved them in front of his little one though. They were placed on top of each other, meant to make taking them as easy as possible for the girl so she had less movement she had to do. His brow furrowed, however, and Gavroche rumbled softly to his daughter. “Marshmallow - When it’s ingested it can help soothe a sore throat, chest congestion, and coughs. Boneset is effective against colds and fevers, though you must be careful not to overdose a patient and be mindful of how much you’re giving them.” The quick lesson was more for the purpose of helping distract her from her pain. He waited, hoping she had the strength and willpower to go for them. —-------------------------------------------------------------- Prescribe a treatment (Lucette) - 2 / 3 "Speech" 'Thought.'

Our lives are made in these small hours Bae let her be close as if sensing her need for warmth. It was weird though… why did she feel so cold if she was running a fever? The young woman whimpered, parting her eyes ever so slightly as she watched her dad and James sort through the herbs. It was just like when she was really little again… and she felt helpless to do anything about it. Mental note, Lucy thought, avoid getting sick again no matter what. This sucked butt… she could fight a wound any day, but keep the germs away! But then he presented her with the herbs. Lucy looked down at them with a furrowed brow. She really didn’t want to deal with taking them… it felt like effort and pain that she would rather avoid. But how was she supposed to get better if she didn’t? She frowned, staring at them, as her father went on about the uses of the herbs. If she were well she would have eaten up the information but right now she was barely processing it. She flicked her tongue out and lapped the herbs into her mouth. Plants always tasted different when you were harvesting them versus when you actually needed to take them. After slowly chewing and swallowing them she made a face before turning to lay her head on Bae-Syl. “Don’t ever let me go out in a storm again…” She groaned. "Talk", 'Think.' These little wonders these twists and turns of fate

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