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— Reggan

Being sick was the worst and he knew that from personal experience. But he was sure that others also knew that since well, being kids and all it was a bit easier to get sick then. He had gotten sick a lot but he was resilient and always bounced back. Though that couldn't be said for everyone and with this intense cold he knew that it would be harder for some to bounce back. Sickness had a way of coming when the cold came and he was a bit worried that it wouldn't bode well for them. Still he was trying to keep up a happy demeanor even as he saw how the kid looked. He was also shocked to see a doberman here, and one with wings no less. After all he was only really used to seeing Quasar but here and now he was seeing another dog and they weren't trying to rip his tail out from his butt. So cool! He tried not to stare at her and the wings she possessed as he walked up to the scene, focusing his sunset orbs on Rhine for a moment before looking at Foamkit. Hmm, he wasn't sure what he could do here and he only knew a select number of things himself. He knew that yarrow made him vomit, and that he could eat lamb's ear to keep himself going even when his body wanted to drop dead. He knew that chewing chamomile helped to soothe his brains and a few other things. He looked to the leader then before looking back to Foamkit who had thrown that awesome little cup party. "How is he feeling? Like, achy, sore throat? Cough?"

He was troubled a bit but he wasn't sure what he was going to do. Maybe someone with better knowledge would come along because he definitely hoped so. His ears pulled forward a bit, twitching with a small amount of agitation as he sat down and curled his tail around his paws, eyes flicking between all three animals within the party.

— Reggan

It seemed as though sickness was beginning to plague Palmclan as of late, not that it was particularly surprising. After all, the abrupt change from tropical weather to harsh and snowy conditions was sure to throw some people off, and that would end up with some compromised immune systems. However, just because Nine acknowledged that didn't mean he wanted anybody to be sick. He had been sick with various illnesses several times in the past – usually with Lewis taking care of him – and he knew just how much that it could suck. Number Nine wasn't even a child anymore, and he still felt energized and pumped up usually, eager to take on whatever life threw at him next. However, when he was sick, he was forced to just sit around and wait until he was able to get better, growing restless and irritable. He felt bad about all the times his husband had been forced to take care of him, only to end up with a cranky jaguar snapping at him every few minutes, shoving at his side and absolutely begging for anything to do. Lewis truly did have the patience of a saint. On the flip side, Nine couldn't even imagine being a child and having to deal with all that pent up energy.

This was why, as Nine made his way over from the prey pile to where a group of people had gathered, he found a small frown on his muzzle. He felt bad for Foamkit, and wished that there was something that he could do. The jaguar certainly wasn't any kind of medic, and didn't think he could ever be, but the mention of honey and palm sap intrigued him. Like Rhine, he doubted that palm sap would really taste all that good, but honey? Honey had potential. The issue of short supply was obviously hanging over all of their heads, but Nine simply shifted the wings upon his back before offering, "Maybe he can have some honey. I know stuff is scarce around here, but there's probably some out in the uncharted lands. With my wings, I can fly right out there and grab some, and then come back right away. That way the kid won't be forced to choke down raw tree sap in order to help with his throat." Nine's tail was twitching as he glanced at those around him, wondering how they would react to his plan. Palmclan had a habit of still remaining fairly solitary, so he wouldn't be surprised if his idea of flying out into the uncharted lands was somewhat frowned upon.

Living along and having to forcibly grow up without his parents he had to learn a lot of things. He took to the stuff that he didn't have to race and chase after to get. The stuff that couldn't fight back. He learned because he had to, not because he actually wanted to. And he wanted to show his brother he wasn't a lost cause either, that he was useful for something. He had been toughing it out with a few plants here and there that sat in his stomach like bricks. It felt uneasy but at least others had more food because of it. Even now he hoped that this snow and bitter cold would come to an end. Listening to Rhinstone he would pull his ears forward and try to figure things out. Runny nose, and what looked to be lethargy. He was no expert though and he didn't have the know kd where to find the things he did know about. He wiggled his nose a bit and shifted his sunset orbs to Number Nine who spoke of flying to get honey. "That is a good idea. For someone so young it would be better I think...to not make him have an aversion to medicines. Honey is sweet and I can mix it with umm...." Well, he didn't know yet because he didn't know what the kid was suffering with save for the runny nose and the lethargy. He could give him some of the lamb's ear that he had been taking to keep the child's strength up. It sounded reasonable enough. Maybe.

Really he would rather wait for someone with more proper medical knowledge then to do things on his own anyway. He shifted a little and looked down at his paws. Well. He was sure that Foam was already in capable paws here and he gave a small but encouraging smile toward the youth as he tilted his head a little bit. Getting the honey seemed like their best bet and he wondered if Nine would allow for him to come. After all he had never flown before but his muzzle stayed closed, a bit afraid to ask.

Balance derived from endless cycle.

Among suspended points carded against the dark belly of the sky they may draw tentative lines, deem them thrones for those who crafted all and guided with sure hands, alive kept such by belief. But felt the shift, how seasons arose and fell, at times a gentle sweeping presence noticed with deliberate minute change, others a raucous and dangerous affair. Unprepared and thus off guard, onslaught the raging snow tiny paws worked through, frigid chill penetrating thin covering.

Worry touched lightly against vision that seemed incapable of shift, yet performed it at times, from child to the wider world moving before back drawn as though she were at his whim. Helpful thought a simple walk with her acting as support, too long had he been left alone within for necessary those capable, tended by others until stranger the denmother he looked to with an empty expression. Gentle the press, nose beneath belly guiding him to stand. Apparent now the improvements she had seen were imagined, her fear weighing against quickened heart, her movement stilling as silence broke.

Known identity before attention departing ailing charge, relief adorned tense smile, words falling from lips that trembled not with cold but something else. "I had hoped it was just a cold," hushed murmur fell from growing frown, fault her own even as blame shifted in mind of other, rolling hitch breaking uneven breath. "I should have known better." She did, had seen the signs yet ignored each, untempered the spirit simmering low, brought down by sickness that drew child deeper beneath his covering.

Slight the jolt, weight barely present, all the same coarse the fabric that dragged against short strands. Lips contour, voiceless words arising before pressure is built, parting about dry cough and not reprimand. Dark the narrowed eyes that peered through crack, smoothed those edges with realisation, however, strained the squeak he voiced. Together joined words, coalesced into a ceaseless hum of noise, adrift left Foam as looked to Rhine with evident confusion. "No go back." Harsh voice tumbling forth, to unsteady paws child once more standing yet collapse imminent, flakes sticking to nose that twitches with each sniff.

Denial stronger than anything his body wished to confirm, again struggle, upwards surging. Alone did he stand and lumenous the grin he turned towards Rhine, it seemed he accepts this as enough proof he was well. Disagreement from others as each approached in turn, over head conversation conducted. Quiet the anger that built as each took their turns, spoken of the best method to sooth throat that indeed ached, grown raw from the numerous coughing fits he had been subjected to. To Cottontuft vision turned, yet no respite found there, silent as she merely listened, hope present in tentative smile as handled that she was incapable of tending alone.

Annoyance built, lip caught and ground between teeth. Behind left once prior covering and between did he slip without care for response that may be caused by his sudden departure, left them to continue talking as he wandered the snow laced divet. He would not get far, particularly loud the sneeze that knocked his paws from under him, upon his hindquarters Foam left to fall, groaning as sodden paws rubbed at his nose. He was not sick, contrary to all the evidence that was continuing to pile up, and he shuffled about until his back was turned to the onlookers who deemed him such.

code by Reggan