Dutiron had been worried sick all night for his mate's health, though upon seeking help he had discovered it was not the only case his worry would only continue to increase, he knew that at least two of his grandchildren had been struck by the disease as well. Whatever it was they needed to figure it out swiftly, try and work out what they could do to cure them. It certainly wasn't a task he could manage alone and he wasn't even entirely sure how much he could do to help in the first place but this was his start.
It was early in the morning, the sun had yet to rise but he could wait no longer. Lifting his head now he called all healthy healers of Ludicael to him, desperate for them to begin work quickly. Right now he cared how little experience they had anyone with even the smallest bit of knowledge who wanted to and could help would be welcome. They had to do something.
