i wasn't a fan of mushrooms, but they've grown on me

Haiku had been struck with the illness that had also infected so many others in The Hallows. While it didn't seem lethal so far, neither of them wanted it to persist long enough to find out if it very well could be lethal. There was nothing that Bowen could do for him, however. The copper and snow fae hadn't been graced with the healing touch. She was much better at taking life than fixing it. So, all she could do was watch as the fungi continued to grow from her lover's face. As he rubbed at it, a sickening ooze started to pour from the mushrooms. He was miserable and she was helpless.

"Maybe Gwyn will have discovered something by now," the small fae spoke hopefully. With a gentle nudge and a sweet smile, she moved beside the big man. Together, they made their way to the infirmary. Upon entering, Bowen noticed that they weren't the only ones present. That was no surprise, but what did surprise her was the russet fae that seemed to be throwing a tantrum as she tossed a cloth away with a sound of frustration. Green eyes fixed on the fae's face and, as she turned, Bowen realized that the woman was afflicted with the same mycelic invasion that Haiku was cursed with.

Casting a glance towards Haiku, Bowen moved into the room. "Any luck?" She questioned the fae, waiting for Haiku to come up beside her.

"Bowen"