Sun Mote Copse Holding out

She watched him, the energy around him further evidenced by his pacing. His eyes fluttered around and about like a startled bird, never landing long. She couldn't quite make out what he was mumbling, and she very nearly jumped herself when he started at the sound of her voice. He appeared to slow, though he did not stop to converse with her. She glanced to the dirt under his paws, wondering if he would soon be walking in a muddied pit if he continued with his pacing.

Thankfully, he did respond to her words and he didn't seem enraged by the noise she made. She knew the foaming madness caused that, anger and rage and sensitivity to sound. His voice was barely above a murmur when he replied, but she managed to catch it. She was not reassured. "Are you sure, Bastian? You don't look well." That was putting it lightly. "Is there anything I can do to help you? You aren't coming down with some kind of sickness, are you?" She prayed not. Having Bastian around certainly helped her peace of mind, pack or not.