Dutiron was glad that it wouldn't take his mother long to reach his side. There were not many things in his life that scared him, so innocent he'd never experienced any danger before in his life now however the young Destruction was truly terrified. He knew nothing of illnesses beyond the strange one that had gripped Descant and apparently refused to move. He knew nothing of death but at least could understand that his brother had never cried tears of blood, something was obviously very wrong with him.
Even now his curious nature would refuse to leave him as he leant into his mother's touch. He shivered slightly as fever would begin to take hold, temperature rising yet suddenly he felt rather chilly. "What's happening to me?" He asked, blood marked face glancing up to gaze at his mother. "What's wrong with me?"
