I know it's hard sometimes

Crucible pulled himself out of his den with a heavy sigh and gave himself a shake. This last illness had been a rough one. He wasn't entirely sure he was completely over it just yet, but he had to get himself out of his den at least for a little while. He needed food and he needed to talk to his brother. And maybe Regulus while he was at it. He hadn't called for a healer or even for Creed when he began to fall ill purely from his own stubbornness. He did feel guilty for not showing up to the last meeting, but he just couldn't get himself out of the den for it. Even now as he walked across the plains in search of his brother his joints still felt stiff and achey.

If the heat of the summer wasn't enough to remind him that another year had passed, it was clear that his illnesses were getting harder and harder to fight off. He'd never had much luck with them as it was, but it just seemed like the older he got the harder it became to fight off his sickness on his own. If he bothered to go to a healer it might not have been as bad, but he just couldn't bring himself to bother someone else with his problems. He sniffed around for his brother as he walked. He didn't want to try howling for him since he just knew his voice would be hoarse, but if he had to he would. He held off for now, sticking to just trying to hunt him down for now.