the disease is called love / p, nayru

[Nayru]

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[b][color=#6b7e99]”I’m just working on a side project, no worries! A patient’s health comes before any personal thing of mine anyways,” She assured softly, a white-capped paw beginning to absently stroke the scales that lined Chad’s back. Her alligator, in response, hissed and cooed a little bit, obviously enjoying the attention he was being given. Were they a strange duo - an alligator and an undersized goddess who happened to dabble in witchcraft? Why yes, most certainly. Did either of them mind? No, of course not. All of their clanmates seemed to be quite adjusted to the sight of Nayru and Chad. One did not go without the other, they were an inseparable pair.

Drawing her paw away, Nayru would fixate her attention wholly on Malphas, metaphorical brow furrowing as  he described his symptoms. [color=#6b7e99]”You definitely picked up something eating that meat. If you’re going to resort to uh, more unconventional diet choices, you need to ensure that the bodies are fresh. First, I’ll give you some yarrow, and then I’ll brew for you some tea. We need to flush your system,” She explained lightly, departing for just a moment only to return with the herbs that would help him.

[color=#6b7e99]”Eat the yarrow and then throw up outside, once that’s done, we’ll go from there, okay? I don’t want to alarm you, but you may have a parasite problem, Malphy...” She paused, frowning, [color=#6b7e99]”Can I call you Malphy?”