Can you tell me where we're headin', Lincoln county road or armageddon

Alarr did not respond well to her request and Pestilence gave a whine in reply. "No!" She slammed her rear end into the ground and lifted a back paw to scratch hard at one of the growths. It was so painful that for a moment, her vision seemed to go black. She dropped her foot heavily and sighed. "I need them out, I don't care how I just need them out." Pesto begged, desperate. It felt as if the mushrooms were attached to her bones, scraping painfully against muscle and tendon every time her body shifted. She swore she could feel them growing beneath her skin, too. "Lets try something else then, acid? Do you have any acids, or poisons?"

Her ears pulled back as he offered her some tea. While the offer was tempting, Pestilence did not care for half-measures and symptom-treating, she wanted the root cause dealt with and dealt with now. "I don't care about the cough, I want the fungus gone. I can't bring this back to Rasha, she's already been so sick all her life I can't let her catch this from me. Please, Alarr, you need to find a cure."