Looking for a Life Raft

Chrysanthos followed obediently until they reached a small alcove and there he was instructed to lay down on a set of furs. He was quick to oblige, anxious to rest. Before he laid down though, Bolla helped him take off his pack and lay it aside before he at last laid down and wrapped his tail around himself, drawing his limb in close for added warmth. As his issue was respiratory he wasn't expecting her to need to examine his body, except for perhaps his chest and he could uncoil himself then. Bolla perched up on his pack, glancing cautiously at Belle.

Deathbelle offered him a mixture that smelt like honey and other herbs. His nose was too stuffed to make out the exact ingredients but he figured if she was going to kill him she'd have left him to die. He lapped a little at the mixture then nodded at her words. He wanted it to last through the night. The constant coughing had left his throat dry and sore and he'd need the help to get a reasonable nights sleep. Chrysanthos then moved to the water and worked to drink some of it, wincing as he did. Once he'd finished he looked up at his rescuer and spoke softly. "Thank you, I am truly in your debt."