accidental additions to the orphan club

Of course Solo hadn't expected to question the boy - and in times of peace, perhaps neither would she. But so many wolves had been lost to the sickness and so many were left feeling confused or even fundamentally changed by what they had seen. "It does seem like sunlight and fresh air are the balm to this illness... but we can't be completely sure." Theo was a healer, but more of a battle medic. Trauma healing, quick and dirty, splints and poultices. She wasn't used to the art of healing - fiddling with herb combinations, creating the perfect medicine that was both tasty and healthful. No, she was the "grit your teeth and bear this bitter herb" type. Everyone had plenty to learn still, herself included. Maybe now was a good time to start. "We won't press him on any details, but I would like to meet him. I want to ensure that everything is alright. How old do you think he is, would you say?" she asked. It would effect the way they approached any sort of treatment. Young patients were sometimes the most difficult. Squirmy, asking plenty of questions - it was also why she loved them. She took a deep breath, preparing for the next few steps of this encounter, then smiled at Solo: "I always have time. Would you take me to him?"