rooting around for a cure

Visible relief crossed her face when Inoki said she may be able to help. "Thank you!" she said earnestly, bowing her head gratefully. "And I'm very glad to have met, Inoki." A younger, starry-eyed Theory might think it was fate, but she was hardened and skeptical now. Nevertheless, for someone who had direct experience with a cure to cross her path certainly had to be luck. "Please, describe everything you can in as much detail as you remember. Anything would be much appreciated," she said, fixing Inoki with a clear and expectant gaze. The sunlight had seemed to clear up most symptoms, but perhaps the child was more severely effected. Even now she still felt a thickness in her lungs some nights or woke and struggled to breathe for a moment. Nightmares of fluid filling her throat were more common than not. Perhaps this mystery cure might serve her as well. "Who did you assist?" Theory asked, wondering in part if Inoki was part of a pack or if she might poach the young healer to help at the school.