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

The sound of feet approaching the infirmary caught Syanna unaware, the vixen-coated fae turning to regard the two newcomers with alert eyes. The one she somewhat knew—sister to the alpha, or something—but her larger companions as wholly unknown. He did not belong to the Hallows, that much she knew. It looked like the large brute had also come down with the same affliction she was currently suffering from. Glowing mushrooms sprouted from eyes and ears as well as sporadically across his body. He seemed to be suffering from a much more advanced case of their affliction though. The tiny fae asked if she'd had any luck and Syanna simply sighed, moving to usher the two of them into the infirmary.

"Not so much on myself, I'm afraid," she replied. "How long has he been showing the symptoms?" It seemed every wolf in the Hallows was suffering from some strange illness these days, save for the caramel creme girl. Syanna and Gwyn were stretched thin trying to help everyone they could, but none of their medicines or techniques seemed to be working. Not yet, at least. Syanna wasn't a quitter though; she wouldn't accept defeat until the mushrooms killed her. Would they kill her? She had no idea if they were fatal or not.

Syanna motioned for Haiku to sit beside her work table with her supplies, giving him a cursory examination. "What would you like me to do?" She looked between the younger brute and fae with curious emerald eyes. If they were seeking a remedy, all she could offer were attempts. If they were looking for comfort, she could offer kind words and painkillers. But if they were offering him as a means of trying to find a cure...

"Syanna Alluráin"