Will we ever be the same as we once were?

Things were changing all over the place in the Armada, many infected with some strange oozing from all kinds of places and then others growing crystals or mushrooms from places that shouldn't be growing these things. Magnus was thankful these things hadn't started happening to him, but he could only wonder what that meant. Was he immune to the infections or would he only get something much worse? It was a looming thought, but with the ache in his joints he couldn't think about much else for long before the dull throbbing permeated his thoughts again.

That was why he hobbled off to the hot springs, his gait slow and muscles tense from days without a release. The hot springs were an invaluable source to him and provided him the most relief. Of course their were herbs and things, he probably should have been taking, but the springs were real. It provided much more to him than just the medicine did, this way he could actually relax.

The mushrooms and crystals growing around were beginning to become as common as the blue lights that swarmed. He thought little of them as he walked and arrived at the springs. He often didn't care which pool he rested in, but with the sudden influx of those growing these strange things from their face, Magnus did his best to find one with the least amount of crystals growing from it. He was pleasantly surprised to see that the woman he had met previously, who had unfortunately lost her antlers, had done the same.

"Mind if I join you?" He asked as he walked up to the edge of the pool, hoping that she didn't mind her peace being disturbed.

"Speech."