Help Us? Or Don't

Dalila had tried to keep her exposure to the poor, infected pups to a minimum for Rusalka's sake since her daughter seemed to have escaped the alarming illness, but considering Siren had been caring for them and they were together so often she assumed that if the illness was contagious she could have gotten it passed along through Siren anyway. She wanted to relieve a bit of the pressure of it from her love where she could so while Rusalka was spending time with Chimera she gathered up some supplies and went to the cells where Cerberus, Scylla, and Albion were being held for their quarantine. She hadn't seen them in the cells yet, but being here broke her heart and worried her deeply for their well being. It almost made her second guess her choice and turn back, fearing for Ruse's health, but she pressed onward, coming to Cerberus' cell first.

She frowned a little around the cloth bundle she was carrying when she saw him pressed into the corner, her ears flicking back at the sight of him coughing up more ooze and adding to the disgusting crust that was building on and around him. She pulled open the door and walked inside, setting down the supplies near the black and russet boy. "Hi, Cerberus," she said gently, untying her bundle and letting the pieces of cloth fall open to reveal the herbs, water skin, and lidded jars of solutions and polticies she had brought with her. "I brought some stuff that I hope will make you feel a little better." She didn't know how to cure them, none of them did, but she hoped maybe she could help with some of the symptoms to at least make him a little more comfortable.

"Lets get you cleaned up a little bit, yeah?" she told him, rolling out a thin fur on the floor and carefully helping the boy move onto it, laying him on his stomach so she could see the sores that had formed on his side. Her ears flicked worriedly at the sight of them, gentle paws checking the rest of him for sores and assesses that might need to be treated. "I know you feel awful, but try to at least move around a bit and roll over occasionally, okay? These can get bad pretty quickly." She didn't want to put any more stress on him and tried to hide her own concern as much as she could, but she knew some of it probably seeped through none of the less. She pulled a bowl out of her supplies and started filling it with water so that she could start cleaning him up a bit, adding some distilled trillium to the water so she could start cleaning out the sores on his side as well.

WC: 470
Total: 753 / 1500

"Dalila Vista Rocha"