Draining An Ocean of Memory

Ari watched as the healers maneuvered Áskell onto his side. He flailed a bit but soon laid still, another wave of coughing wrenching through his system. The macaque rested a hand on his friends head and looked over to the horned woman. "The ooze came during the long night. A winter where the sun never rose. All manner of creatures came down with strange illnesses where crystals or fungi would grow from their bodies. Some like, Áskell, had the kind that just… oozes. I think it's trying to take root in his lungs and sinuses. Filling them with goo. Is there anything we can do for that?" Last time they'd been on their own. Everyone had come down sick and there was no one to really tend to the ailing. Áskell had managed to defeat it on his own. But what about now?

"Let me know if I can do anything to help. I know how to make a travois. If you need anything from the trees I can procure them."