You Say Stubborn, I Say Thorough

Her mind continued to circle, her thoughts looping around the edges of a whirlpool, spinning deeper and deeper. She hadn't considered a prion disease… spirits that was even more depressing. It didn't fit either. No, it really seemed like a neurodegenerative issue, some form of dementia. There were possibilities that would slow down the development of plaques, but nothing that could remove any that were there. Her brow furrowed. Dammit… why hadn't anyone figured out a cure for this yet? There had to be something she was missing.

Lúta was so lost in her thoughts that she jumped, startled as Artorias appeared. She winced, quickly shifting the weight off her injured leg. Bloody dire wolves. With Resin out of commission and the desperation of rival predators and new predators alike border skirmishes were becoming more frequent. She turned to the boy and offered a soft smile. She felt terrible for Tamsyn and the pups. She desperately wished to help. "Yes, Artorias. Come on inside. I'm actually working on something to help your mother sleep and feel a bit better." Valerian was one of the most potent herbs she had for anxiety and it had been used frequently to deal with PTSD in her old pack. Its assistance with sleep would also be crucial for Resin's condition. The melatonin that circulated in the brain during sleep could also help slow the development of plaques. Maybe adding some plants that contained melatonin to her tincture would help.

She gazed at the boy, noting that he seemed run down and exhausted. "How are you holding up?"