Looking for a Life Raft

Deathbelle watched as he took her mixture and licked at his gently. She didn’t blame him for wanting to save it for the rest of his evening. She had no doubt this would not be the only syrup she brought for him during his recovery. His companion had helped to remove his pack, and the way he curled in on himself indicated his cold temperature. She didn’t put it past the realm of possibility that he was feverish.

She padded over to another alcove as he struggled to take a drink of water. She didn’t change her mind of her earlier assessment. He would have died had she not found him. Deathbelle pulled another fur off a shelf and brought it closer to him. Careful to avoid pack and companion Belle pulled the fur over Chrysanthos’ shoulders as he looked up to thank her.

”You are.” She agreed with a smirk as she pulled away from him and took a second look at him. ”Try not to talk much over the next few days. I’ll be back to check on you periodically.” She moved towards the entrance of the infirmary. He didn’t have the strength to run, so for now she would with hold her warning not to leave. ”Rest well.” She said instead as she moved to leave him to recover.