Won't Go Back to Barton Hollow [Pesto]

Alarr's empathy brought a sigh from her lips and Pesto merely nodded as he apologized, wishing once more he had a cure for this suffering. "You look better." She managed softly, eying her friend and noticing how his growths had lessened signifigantly. Alarr had brought herbs and things - had he somehow cured himself with these? If that was the case, Pesto was absolutely down to try anything he suggested. "Okay, go ahead." She agreed, shuffling her hips so she could lay somewhat on one side, giving him full access to the mushrooms along the other. Alarr placed a bowl of tea before her and Pesto sipped it cautiously, holding back the coughing that was brewing in her lungs. "Thank you, Alarr." He had been such a good friend to her all her life, and Pesto genuinely did not know what she'd do without him.