The Sentinels High on knowledge but low on wisdom

Dante held patiently still as she prodded, though the firmer touches irritated his sensitive lining of his throat and almost brought on another round.  He managed to stop it at one or two, and his ears tilted back in irritation.  He wasn't fond of this recent development.

When she'd finished, he looked at her hopefully. "You wouldn't know anything to help the coughing, would you?"  If she was an apprentice healer she might know an herb or two to soothe his throat and let him go about his day in relative peace.  The bouts were slowly growing more frequent and avid, disrupting his hunting habits and some of his sleep.  His energy was a bit lower as a result (he assumed) but other than that he felt alright so far.