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Áskell felt some relief as Bog answered him. His voice was weak but he was still alive and that's what mattered most. He had a fighting chance. "Pfft. Don't worry about me. I had it too. I'm getting better and so can you." Áskell couldn't bear to lose another loved one to this terrible disease and he looked about trying to figure out what he could do. He was no healer and although he could vaguely remember the herbs that Jigsaw had used he didn't dare try experimenting and making the situation worse.

"Do your people have healers? I could take you back to Habari." Granted he wasn't sure what Recluse would think of that idea but he sure as heck wasn't going to leave Bog out here alone to die. "I can get you some food or water if you need." He looked to his magpie. It would not take long for the bird to fly back and grab his water skin and maybe some strips of salmon.

"None of my Family is sick yet... Are yours.. okay?"

Áskell stopped. His frantic energy deflated instantly and he stared at Bog for a moment before looking away. "I… no." His bottom lip twitched and he bit down hard on his lip til it bled, using the sharp pain to center himself. "My brother's dead."