A shiver ran down Yara's spine at the mention of the word quarantine, the memories of her family's suffering through their bought of disease running through her mind. She pushed those thoughts aside as Basilisk called for the pack's lead healer, trying to best to focus on the present. Her fear was real, but so was her determination to see the end of this disease.
When Oleander arrived, Yara listened as the Warlord and him exchanged their words. She could see the urgency in Oleander's eyes when he mentioned his father was in the woods. She listened to him, her heart sinking with flashbacks of her own parents.. their cough. She shook her head. The idea of being stuck in the forest with the disease was terrifying, but she knew there was no other option if they were to prevent the spread. Her gaze flicked to Wilder, noticing his concern and understanding it completely.
She glanced back at Basilisk, then at Oleander, her eyes reflecting both her determination to help and the underlying fear and memories that were haunting her. "I trust you to know what is best, Warlord. What can we do out here to make the most out of our quarantine and ensure we don't bring it back?" She assumed it would be up to them to search for Wylan, or start the fire. Her mind raced with possibilities, but she knew the healers would have the best answers. For now, all she could do was follow their lead and hope that their actions would keep the rest of the pack safe.
