There's A Marching Band Still Playing In That Vacant Lot

Lúta finished her drink and looked to the Hot Springs for a moment before back to the stranger. "A few of the cool pools are, but I'd avoid any with glowing life in them." She gestured higher up to some of the pools that were infected. She'd been half tempted to soak in one of the pools herself but she hated to contaminate them for anyone else. Her ears flicked forward at the mention of others infected. She nodded slowly. That made sense, there was a number of plant life and animal life that bore similar symptoms. "My name is Lúta by the way. I do have an odd potion I've debated about taking. It was not made by me but I am uncertain if it will make this better or worse. May as well try, I don't know what to do about this illness." The impulse seized her and she downed the potion.