You Say Stubborn, I Say Thorough

Lúta swallowed sharply as she watched the tears well up in the boys eyes and she wished more than anything she had a better idea what to do. "I'm so sorry." She felt like a failure. Even though she still had a few things to try she didn't have faith that they'd actually work. It would really take a miracle. She debated how much to tell the boy about what was happening, but it just wasn't in her nature to mince words. "Resin's brain is losing its ability to function. The connections are failing. Sometimes protein accumulates in the brain and that messes it up. But we can't just go in and clean it out." At least not in anyway she knew.

"My training is in battle wounds, wounds of flesh and bone. The brain…" she shook her head. "Do you know if anyone has spoken to Iolaire? If there's a healer on this planet that might know what to do it would be her." Lúta chewed her lip. Though, she imagined Sirius would tell the woman. If she recalled correctly the two were related in some way. Perhaps she ought to have paid more attention to the Armada cat. The chance of traveling again any time soon was basically out of the question now. With Shilah gone, Resin out of commission and strange wolves running rampant she didn't dare drop any of her patrols.

Lúta didn't really want to say more but she didn't know if Resin's children had been briefed yet on their mother's condition and she really felt they ought to know. "As the disease progresses her memory will start to fail more and more and… and her personality might start to change. It's… it's hard to say exactly. Everyone is different. Eventually though… she'll pass away. Maybe months from now, maybe years." Lúta's voice grew softer, she hated hearing the words even as she spoke them, part of her still unwilling to accept the diseases finality. She poured her elixir into a water skin and corked it before setting it aside, grateful for the small movement and brief distraction.

"I'll keep trying, but I think we need to be prepared.  I'll speak with Ulric about setting up better accommodations for Resin." She couldn't stay there in that dark awful place. It was possible the disease could progress for a year or more and the dungeon was no place to spend one's sunset years regardless of their mental state. "Is… is there anything you'd like me to say to her? I'll see what I can do about encouraging her to let everyone visit." Resin was stubborn though, if she didn't want anyone seeing her then she didn't want anyone seeing her and that was that. Though Lúta was also stubborn and more than ready to use any trick in the book.