Make the impossible possible?

Ásvor narrowed her eyes and focused. Often trying to piece together a diagnosis was like a puzzle, though rarely were all the pieces right there in front of her. Usually it was a mystery that couldn't be solved perfectly, and this particular case was no exception. The boy admitted his mother's mind wasn't her own. She'd attacked his other mom. Fortunately, having a wife, Ásvor was far less confused by his explanation than another wolf might be. She merely nodded as he explained as much as he could about the situation. Almost immediately she knew it was something she couldn't cure... but perhaps she could help offer some guidance to treating her symptoms and calming her down during those bad spells? Ásvor wasn't entirely sure - and though she wasn't what anyone would consider a tender wolf, she couldn't help but feel sympathy for the boy, with all his hope in the face of certain death. For his sake Ásvor found herself hoping it'd come sooner rather than later, but she held her tongue.

"Sickness of the mind... are not like those of the body. They often cannot be cured. But -" She didn't want to crush his spirit entirely, but likewise she didn't want to give him false hope. "You have some options that can still help her. Keeping her calm might help her seem more like herself, and reduce those moments where she acts out." The Finnvi woman squinted in thought. "If you're interested, I can help you look for some. It's a plant called cannabis - it's safe to ingest. I'd recommend against taking too much but even if she does, she'll likely just want to sleep." Or going on a trip - which it sounded like her brain was already doing naturally - so either way it was a safe bet for an inexperienced healer to give to a patient, with relatively few risks. "It should calm her down and help ease any pain she's feeling." If we can find some, that is...