Do you see what's happening?

The call rang out for him and he dropped his task without a moment's thought. The call was urgent and it had his name in it, which meant it was probably health-related. Oleander's mind raced to wonder what it was about as he dashed to grab his emergency field kit and meet the Warlord by the trees.

Bas stopped him with a shout before she got too close and the boy froze. Why? He put his basket down and stood, observing Wilder, the new songbird, and Basilisk. They didn't look in hurt or pain, the girl looked appropriately submissive but not worse for wear.

He blinked as he came to understand the situation when it was explained to him. He agreed to the quarantine. "Anyone in the forest needs to stay in the forest, and anyone still in the Col stays." He nodded and spoke loudly, then suddenly his eyes were wide, "Bas, my dad's in there, please find anyone else that may be in there and keep them there." Little did he know the quarantine would be too late. Was Wylan in there? Nope, he can't get caught up in worrying about direct family. He was the head healer and he had to keep his head for everyone's sake.

"Speech!"