got a drinking problem

Álarr bottled up his next batch of marshmallow tea in a water skin from a bison bladder. He hoped it would help keep the tea warm for his short journey. He'd tended to Pesto and was on his way to Alfrún. She, like his brother, had the strange crystal illness and he feared for her health. Illness had claimed two of their older members already and Alfrún had always been on the thin side. Alas, to make matters worse he had no idea how best to treat the crystal illness. Fungus sure. He had concocted an anti-fungal cream but he couldn't fathom what was forming the crystal. Could they be created by some bacteria? He did have some ointments for infection that might be worth a try.

He'd been on his way to her den when he suddenly spied her up and walking about. She looked terrible. "Alfrún! What are you doing out, you should be resting. I've brought you some tea." He paused to scratch at the shriveled mushrooms that still clung to his ears, sending a few flying as he itched.