If one of the twins was going to be sickly, anyone probably would have placed their bets upon Sorrel. He was physically certainly the weaker of the pair though for whatever reason it seemed he was often the healthier of the boys. It was Féli that had been struck by the horrid epidemic and Féli again now who had caught this other sickness trailing around the pack. Sorrel had been fine both times, perhaps it was the manner in which he isolated himself that saved him on both occasions.
The biggest problem this time was perhaps the fact that their herb stocks were still far lower than either Symphony or Sorrel liked. Sorrel himself had only really gathered them and sorted them though, never had he actually administered any of the herbs before. For that reason as he came across his brother clearly unwell, his immediate thought was for his mother to come and see how poorly Féli was and find a way to help him. "Féli!" He would call out to him as he pushed inside the sickly smelling den. "Oh dear, shall I go and fetch some herbs for him?" Ellingham was close by of course, and it would be he that might help encourage Sorrel to try something for himself. For now though the boy had his attention fixed upon his brother.
