Help Us? Or Don't

Dalila glanced up at Cerberus as he told her how "they" had said that they were supposed to die, her frown deepening. She didn't fully understand the extent of the voices Cerberus was hearing or what caused them, whether they were directly tied to the illness he was currently fighting or not, but they still startled her either way. "Nonsense," she insisted as she dipped a washcloth into the water she had prepared, squeezing out some of the excess water before beginning to clean away some of the ooze and crusted bits out of his fur. "Don't you listen to those terrible words. You're going to be just fine." She gave him a reassuring smile while she gently lifted his head with one paw so she could get a better view of his face without him having to strain his neck to lift it himself, her other paw lightly scrubbing his cheeks and muzzle with the cloth. There were some spots that were just too hardened to get off without a full soak and a real bath, but this was certainly better than nothing. She was able to get a majority of it off of his face, rising out the cloth before moving on to his forelegs and chest.

She didn't know how sure she was of her own statement as she wiped away a fresh bit of ooze from under his eye, but she'd never let him see how much she worried about whether he would pull through this or not. Dalila shifted around to the side where the worst of his sores were and got a fresh cloth, soaking it in the trillium infused water and lightly wringing the cloth over each one to start rinsing the wounds and cleaning them gently. This was obviously far worse than any infection she had ever seen or dealt with before, but she hoped perhaps the principles were mostly the same. With as careful and gentle paws as she could manage, she washed away as much of the ooze and infected looking grossness that she could, her ears flicking whenever she noticed that she was hurting him. "I'm sorry, I know it doesn't feel good. We've gotta do something about these though or they're just going to keep getting worse," she told him quietly while she worked.

When she was done cleaning them she sat the bowl and rags aside, getting up to dig through her supplies again. She pulled out a jar with a lid and opened it, using the lid like a plate and scooping out some of the sweet mixture onto it. Honey, blueberries, meadowsweet, ginseng root, elderberry, and marshmallow had all been mashed together into a sweet, medicinal paste and she sat the plate of it in front of him. She didn't want to give him more that a couple scoops at a time, but some kind of herbs or treatment needed to happen to help with these awful symptoms. "Go ahead and eat that, okay? It's just some herbs to help you feel better with some honey and berries so hopefully it won't taste too bad."

WC: 520
Total: 1547/1500

"Dalila Vista Rocha"