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It was painfully obvious that Askell was worried, offering up reassurance that he would get better, and that everything would turn out. With the pain of the fungus protruding from his flesh still a dull throb in his marrow, Bog wasn't sure he could muster up the energy to believe that. The larger male asked about healers, offered to take him to his pack for treatment. A lopsided, weak smile was about all the young wolf could muster up. "Áskell, I am one of the healers." he said wryly, lifting his glazed eye up to try and will the joke to land. At the offer of food or water, he shook his head softly. "Nah, eatin'... doesn't go well for me lately.. Thanks though." he said with the barest shrug, it was a reflexive gesture that he instantly regretted as it jostled the thick mushrooms anchored deep within his muscles.

It was hard to watch Áskell deflate within mere seconds, right before his eyes. All at once Bog knew something terrible had happened. They looked at each other, just a few seconds of hard eye contact that spoke volumes. And then Áskell looked away, with the faintest tremor in his expression there and gone again. His brother was gone. A gentle whine escaped the sickly wolf, and he set to work hauling himself out of the water. Now was not the time to worry about himself. When he lost his siblings, it was merely the way things went, but he had still mourned. Death was far more harrowing to the rest of the world, and he was beginning to understand that. By the time he had dragged his sopping frame from the hot spring, there was enough energy lingering in his muscles for him to lean his forehead gently into Áskell's shoulder. "I'm sorry.." he rasped. Lifting a forepaw, he carefully brushed the backs of his sodden digits against the soft fur of Áskell's forelimb. "I dunno what to say besides that." hoarse vocals murmured softly, and he wished there was something he could do. The warmth of another body near his was a momentary distraction from the steady aching of his bones. Perhaps that was enough, for now.

"Did ya... wanna talk 'bout it?" he asked hesitantly, lifting his head from Áskell's shoulder to look up at him with his good eye. This was very new territory, and not the variety that he was used to navigating on his own.