To say that they had escaped the storm without any scratches wasn't entirely truthful. Her own parents had caught some sort of bad cough and it had begun to spread surprisingly reaching Frith first. The herb stock very low they had to be used sparingly and Frith was stubborn enough to simply allow whatever they had to go first to Novel and Dutiron leaving him rather ill himself at the moment and restrained to a den.
Abandoning her morning duties for a moment and even some time with the children, Novella would take the opportunity to spend some more time with Frith and see how he was doing. He had moved himself to a different den for the time being, to avoid spreading any illness to the children. "Frith?" She would call out softly as she approached the den. "How are you feeling?" She would pause at the entrance, peering in quietly in case he was currently asleep.
