Sawtooth Spire concrete solutions to slow our decay

sends u get well cards, peppermint, soup, and a big steak or something idk. KICK UR COLD'S ASS KU. (also tat's den 4 reference)

Her annoyance was unbearably tangible. The Gamma remained calm as she grew all the more defensive. This, he raised a brow at. What good could be accomplished in attacking her? Why would he? She is, undeniably, one of them. Tatsuya was but a neophyte in their midst. Is that why she was guarded? Because his newness – a shaky term, at best – warranted misgiving? Stop over-analyzing. It's nothing. Probably.
INDENTExposing her ripped face to him fully did the Healer lean into her head space. He sniffed the exposed flesh while examining it. Given Echelon's current mood his examination was clipped. Having seen and smelled enough, he leaned back, sunburst eyes glued to her tender wound. “The bastard got close to your eye,” he openly mused with a discerning grimace. Too close. “I can patch you up, yes.” He began to move away from the rocky bank, turning his back on his patient. Follow me.
INDENTThey traveled deeper into the heart of Sawtooth Spire. Past coniferous barricades and thinning shrubbery. Bits and pieces of long dead trees were poised around and on top, home to miscellaneous fungi and insects. His dwelling was a small grove, dappled with sunlight. Soon there will no longer be shade; leaves overhead will wither and fall. Autumn is back and soon, winter. What trials and tribulations await them all?
INDENT“Wait here,” he said as he entered his den of odorous dehydrated plants. Though Echelon did not sport the size of her brethren, to enter alongside Tatsuya would be a snug fit. There would be no room for either of them. Might have to relocate if that's the case. Aspiring to a Healer, he needed room for not only himself but the injured as well. His patient should hear him rummaging about inside, searching for a herb to apply. And maybe something to digest; fend off any nasties coursing through her blood.
INDENT“Have you felt ill since you got that wound?” His voice reverberated off of his lair's dirt-stone walls. Better make sure before attending to her.