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

Haiku came up beside her and there was no fear in Bowen. She leaned lightly against his shoulder, offering physical reassurance where she could. There wasn't much else that she could do for him since the healing arts were beyond her. She could love him though and stay close. Care for him when he needed it. Keep his spirits up.

The autumnal fae asked after Haiku's symptoms, saying that she'd had no luck on her own. That was... disheartening, but Bowen didn't let it show. She shifted her emerald gaze upwards, prompting her lover to answer the woman's question as he saw fit. In the mean time, she looked back to the fae as they were asked what they wanted her to do. Bo's brow furrowed lightly. "I'm not sure," she admitted. "I was hoping that my sister might have answers, or something that might at least make Haiku a little more comfortable."

As the trio stood there, Bowen frowned. "You're uh..." Taking up one of the clean squares of cloth, she stepped towards the foxy woman, motioning towards her face before gently wiping away a trail of the ooze that was ready to drip onto the infirmary floor. "You're leaking." She was used to helping Haiku keep tabs on his own ooze covered growths, so it was just reflex by now when she noticed the seepage.

"Bowen"