It was the mystery of it all that had Aslan so sombre. Novella certainly wasn't herself as of late and the boy missed his mother, wished for her swift recovery and yet with no idea what was causing her problems it seemed that they were at a loss on how to fix it. Sorrel had tried from what he'd heard, the boy had ventured out on searches for herbs more and more regularly and Aslan only wished he knew what he might be looking for to offer his cousin a hand. Sorrel didn't divulge the details much at all though, quietly got on with his work and left the rest of the pack rather clueless.
Varda sat in silence now as the news sunk in though finally a speculation would arise as to what could be wrong with their mother. He shrugged weakly in response, he had no idea. Seemed to be more serious than a mood swing, and he hadn't seen her mood swing back to her usual self. He was no healer though he had always assumed that the mood swings were more of a brief passing throughout the day than something that would trouble you for weeks on end before you became yourself once more.
"I don't know." He answered. "Her mood is pretty low, it seems to be most of the time." Aslan hadn't spent as much time around her as his father, didn't know the full signs and symptoms behind it all there was little he could offer not that the two of them would really find the reasons anyway.
