I'm not the same as yesterday

Tinaro meekly stared at the healer, who requested soaked moss from the river. As someone who held no medicinal knowledge, he was only expecting a couple leaves, though it seemed like his sickness was serious. Was it that bad? It couldn't be, he had always been healthy, free of any illnesses. Obviously not anymore, to his dismay.
Before the smaller male returned with the wet moss, of whom he quietly thanked and momentarily began to lap the water hungrily, realising how dry his throat had been, he searched his mind to respond to the Destruction boy. At first his mind had gone blank, though when the healer suggested a few symptoms, he was able to relate to them. "Blocked and scratchy throat; loss in energy; I feel cold but my fur is quite warm; weakness in my legs...what else? Oh, and I sometimes can't breathe properly." As the list carried on, his voice faded and soften until he finished with a wheezing cough. For the sake of his sore throat, perhaps he shouldn't talk so much.