I'm not sick, but I'm not well [epidemic meeting]

He had no idea what he was doing. Trying to help he supposed but this was a massive gap in his knowledge. Drashiel maneuvered through the snow, mouth full of an odd assortment of foliage he'd gathered from the warmer areas of Alacritia. Hopefully there was something in this lot that Eris could use, if not he'd go out and gather another crop of stuff. Fidgety and antsy he really just needed something to do to make himself feel useful against this plague that was threatening his family. There was also concern for himself as well. They'd quarantined the sick as best they were able but there was still a chance others could get sick and he worried constantly for Lysis.


Kyarst was already there as well as Liberty and Athena who had given out the call. He laid down the bundle and worked to stretch his jaw. "Eris, I don't know if any of these are useful. If you have an idea of something specific give me the sight and scent and I will find it."


"Speech"
'thoughts'