The Sentinels another day, another door

Eilidh stored away this information while simultaneously sorting through herbs in her mental filing cabinet. She hadn't come across anything yet that would help with breathing issues, but Dante's lungs sounded crackly and irritated. "So its worse in the morning than at night?" she asked for clarification, studying him. He didn't seem to be losing or gaining weight, and otherwise seemed healthy, though she did notice his spirits weren't as high as normal. "Have you been more tired lately? Moody?" These questions she knew her mother would ask and would want to know, so she asked them in her stead, and would bring the answers to her.

"Your lungs sound crackly instead of clear, like there's something irritating them. I don't know what would help with that, aside from rest, of course." She paused, chewing on her lip, gaze locked onto him as she thought through everything she knew. Admittedly, it wasn't much about breathing, and she felt a little disappointed in herself. "I can ask Mamma about it, though, and together we can find something to help you." Eilidh didn't even think about the fact that maybe Dante wanted his privacy and wouldn't want Blue Willow to know. It was her youth and inexperience, of course, that threw that out the window.