I've got me a shovel and I'm digging a ditch

To be honest even Novella herself wasn't aware of quite how bad the illness seemed to be. They were certainly weaker than normal, rather under the weather as well though how long it'd drag on for she had no idea and it seemed that no one did either. They just had to keep fighting it seemed. "The border would be best." She hated to be a cynic though she did worry about others discovering any plan or lack of and the word somehow getting back to Ludicael. She knew not what the next plan of action was, whether they'd be expected to simply live in peace or if Jupiter had any more sinister plans of her own.

"No thank you Bass." To be honest feeling so down about herself even despite Bass' upbeat flattery there was a part of her that simply wished to return home. Surely the pack would need the elk anyway with all these expectant mothers to feed "You keep it for those soon-to-be-mothers, I'm sure they need it far more than me." A small smile would find it's way to her features at that point. "I'll see you soon, keep in touch." And once the goodbyes over she would depart, making her way back to Threar, still clueless as to what to do about this mess.