rooting around for a cure

Solo's news of a pup still afflicted with the illness worried her. If the blight still existed, she had to find a cure. She'd tried desperately to administer various remedies to herself with no results. Eventually the sunshine seemed to take care of most of it, but there was still a residual thickness in her throat. Her stamina was shot. Sleep was hard to come by. Even now, while she craved the sunshine, there was part of her that still seemed repelled by it. Theory sighed deeply as she strolled along the Rio Grande, watching the current flow steadily towards the sea. It was a chilly spring afternoon with the sun covered by a thin layer of clouds. She'd hoped it would burn through by now, but its rays were elusive; her eyes rolled up towards the sky with a withering glare. Since the long night, she'd grown almost resentful of the sun. Why had it forsaken them for so long? But just like the volcano's eruption, nature owed her no explanation for its cruelties. Grumbling under her breath, Theory sped up by the water's edge and began to search for tender new green shoots. At least the plants were finally returning, forcing their way up through the loamy soil.