The Bracken Woods 'cause even here we're scared to bruise

And then Eris appears, obviously weak and oozing illness as if to mock him — he shoves the thought away. It's too cruel to entertain the idea that he might lose her now, of all times. Hey, He manages, blinking away the beginnings of tears and swallowing back his grief. He should tell her — she should know their brother has gone. But he can't. Not while she's so sick.
How are you feeling? He asks instead, gently nudging her shoulder with his nose. His gaze trails instinctively to the foliage around them; he'd be better off going back to his den for supplies, but he can't help surveying the area anyway. The Sanctuary is fairly barren save grass, a few scatterings of trees, and the garden, and the woods are too harsh an environment to offer much — it occurs to him that he may have to search elsewhere for herbs, somewhere more friendly to what he needs.