Blackfeather Woods [m]ama's gonna make all of your nightmares come true

skipping istoira under the assumption it's a cameo? if that's an issue let me know. last post from me

her gaze would linger on mou for a few moments, not really sure what to feel about him. concern maybe but it wasn't an emotion she was really acquainted with and she didn't really know what exactly even had her pondering it. he hadn't actually done anything except act clearly unhappy about the crowd which was like understandable and yet, something seemed off maybe. then again this whole situation was just extremely off so maybe it was just those vibes influencing her judgement. 

shaking her head she'd glance back to the festering piles of liquid, fighting back a grimace as maegi called them her..babies? what the fuck. she just really didn't know how to react to that at all and had to blink at the scarred woman for a few moments, definitely feeling the beginnings of concern now. she didn't know how to deal with this, it was completely out of her range of skills- any superiors she'd known would've just snarled at her to get over it but tundra knew that was wrong but still, knew nothing else. there was no other way she could even think to go about it so she just fell mute, tail tip twitching but otherwise managing to look a whole lot calmer then she felt; on the outside she just looked pretty darn stony. 

she felt her muscles relax slightly with pure relief when one of the fae's she wasn't too familiar with spoke up, confirming she was a healer and was quick to indentify the illness as roundworm. at the mention of it being both contagious and sometimes fatal tundra would take a few quick steps back; definitely not wanting it near her. would maegi be okay? she wanted to ask but the healer seemed so busy and so for now she simply settled with a murmured; "thank you" after a last look at mou, hoping he'd cooperate somewhat- tundra would turn and stick to her word by leaving. honestly she couldn't get away quick enough, not wanting to see the stupefied look in her leader's mismatched gaze that was honestly worse to see than any of the sickness she seemed so freakishly fond of.