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The boy repeated his own name. Or what she assumed was his name. She was watching, carefully, observing from a distance if only because this wolf seemed to be experiencing some form of mental illness. Curious. She glanced towards Tezcacoatl and regarded him for a moment before turning her eyes back towards the boy. It seemed as if a number of wolves in these parts suffered from some form of amnesia. Perhaps there was something in the water.

The words the young wolf spoke made little sense upon her ears. She recognized that she was missing most of his context. She had no clues with which to connect the dots as he inquired about his mother and the sea. All she had to rely upon was strictly medical, in which case she wondered if this might be better off with a specialist of some kind. Alas, she was the only one present with knowledge that might help.

As Tezca and this wolf went back and forth, Citali continued to observe. She seemed almost to fade within the background as she watched this one mumble and flit through a number of expressions before glancing towards her prince. The wolf was looking, but not seeing. She recognized that empty stare and realized he was somewhat withdrawn from the physical situation at hand. They'd best be careful with this one.

"Keep speaking with him," she murmured softly to her prince. "He appears to be suffering from psychosis of some kind. A fugue state, perhaps." It explained the disorientation and the confusion with his identity. "If he's warm to the touch, perhaps these symptoms are as a result of a fever. We could cool him in the water, but his speech suggests water may trigger an outburst. Snow perhaps?" Though summer, they were north enough that they may find something. "We might be able to stabilize his core temperature until I can find something for the fever."