Trouble

The seriousness in Amalia's tone made Arivae sick to her stomach. The virus going around was obviously fatal and extremely dangerous, not to mention contagious. If anyone she held close to her heart fell under the curse of this illness.. she wouldn't know what to do. She'd be in such shock that she wouldn't be able to help them. But it didn't matter. Either way, Arivae had to stay close by her mentor and assist her in healing the unfortunate wolves that became plagued with the pneumonia. Tiburtius suddenly crossed her mind and her heart dropped into her stomach like a stone. Would he be okay?! If he didn't eat elder berries too he might become sick. He could die... he could leave her forever. Her own selfish thoughts swirled in her head and she felt her knees shake. She wobbled a bit and her eyes became clouded with worry. She wanted to run to him.. sprint at the speed of light and stuff the berries in his big mouth. Stuff him so fat he'd be stuck in his den for days. But the sound of Razor's cries slapped her back into reality.

This wasn't the time to worry. This wasn't the time to cry. She needed to help her mentor with Razor... he was part of her pack, therefore he was family. Arivae shook her head and swallowed a sob before moving up beside Amalia and resting her worried gaze onto the herbs she displayed before her. The dark girl stared at them and felt the speed of her heart elevate significantly. Watercress, elderberries.. She stared at them a bit longer and remembered Amalia mentioning the purpose of the berries. But first.. Watercress helps coughs, and elderberries are eaten to strengthen the immune system. She explained, her voice cracking as she moved her eyes to the other poppy seeds and the boneset. Poppy seeds were easy... but the boneset? She forgot the use of those. Poppy seeds soothe pain... and boneset...

She stared at the herb. She studied it for a while and tried to decipher what it was used for... but nothing came to mind. Nothing but a low, pathetic whine. Amalia would have to tell her. Arivae turned to the elder berries to see their progress, and then turned back to Razor. Oh gosh... he was crying. No... don't cry.. Arivae whined and walked up to the young male, gently pressing her nose to his cheek. She didn't want him to cry. He'd be okay.. they'd take care of him. And as for her and Amalia? They could take care of themselves. Amalia was a top notch healer and Arivae was a... um. Beginner healer... yeah. She'd be around her mentor a lot anyways. If she fell sick, Amalia would have her fixed up in no time. You won't die... She said in a firm tone. She needed him to know that they wouldn't let him die. No way in wolf doggy hell would they let anyone in Fiori die. The thought of anyone in Fiori dying made her so sick and weak. But she'd fight through it... they'd all manage, she knew it.