Learn to live with the unimaginable

Raga cleaned herself with lavender and a mix of other herbs, scrubbing her fur with the herbs and a tiny bit of lye based soap she'd traded for from another crafter. While Raga could not contract Lúta's horrible disease due to being a macaque, she wasn't sure if it could be transmitted on her fur so she went to great lengths to clean herself before going out among the pack. They still didn't know if it was bacterial or viral but now blood was showing up in the sputum. That was not a good sign.

Lúta had been working herself to the bone, researching, crafting, working on the second floor room to make it a suitable and comfortable accommodation. She hadn't been eating or sleeping to the extent that Raga wished. It was only a matter of time before the healer's immune system was left vulnerable and now this. Raga half wondered if the disease was brought in with those strange dire wolves. After all, the illness had started a few days after Lúta had been in a serious fight with one. Well, another one. Spirits she couldn't wait for the weather to warm. Maybe with luck it would drive those horrid beasts back north.

Raga was drying her fur when she heard Ulric call for a meeting. Well, that was good timing. She grabbed her satchel, Lúta's satchel, and bounded over to the meeting. She would have to represent for the wolf and Lúta might appreciate the news. then again, she was so listless Raga some times wondered if the woman could even hear her. Still, it would be good to be informed. She hopped on part of a busted pillar, knees drawn to chest as she waited.