The Sentinels don't take that sinner from me

the sickness added a weight to the air, where it was fresh and briny, it now only brought grief and choking. she swallowed hard, and walked up closer. atka kissed his face where it was untouched with wounds.

oh, how she wanted to scold him and scream at him! she wished to cry, hurt him back, but hold him all the same.

"shh, lay down. do not try to speak. i will return in a few moments." she looked around at the tall trees.

the forest did not conceal its secrets; for it showed death and new life together. the snowy woman exhaled a sharp breath, moving quickly to seek something to begin to fight this infection. she was sure it would depend on his body's strength, it's will to live, but she would try. by atka's gods, she would try. she sought the devil's club, the leafy plant and it's roots bringing life to those that fought infection time and time again with her people.