Two steps forward, Five steps back

He was tired. Exhausted. But Starling had a job to do. There was a sickness moving through the packlands, and as little energy he had, he knew he had a job to do. He was still a healer of Abaven, even if his recent...well, even if his usual scarcity left a lot to be desired, he knew he had to help. So he spent most of that morning pouring over his store, tossing the bad and sorting out the stock that might help this bought of sickness. He'd have to count all the sick, and hope he and the rest of the healers had enough to manage it all. He knew where he could find more stock that was probably still alive and well even in the cooling months.

There was so much to do, and so little energy to do it. He sighed softly as he shifted through the plants outside of his store. His head felt so heavy he could hardly keep it up, but he didn't feel sick. He didn't match any of the symptoms they all had. No, he just felt...tired, and uninterested. All he wanted to do was go out and try and find Cathaoir, make sure he was okay and healthy and just nap in his fur and let go of all this. He missed the warrior with every ounce of his heart that it was leaving him drained...or was that the stress, the anxiety? He couldn't be sure, all he knew was that he had a job to do, and it was becoming increasingly hard to do it.

"Burn Baby Burn" || "Bruciare Bambino Bruciare"