Moonspear At the sick bed of Cuchulainn, we'll kneel and say a prayer

Osiris' physical healing progressed according to the status-quo; he had good days and bad days—but ultimately, his trajectory was positive. He had begun to stray from @Lyra's den and re-assimilate himself with Moonspear's territory, as he felt his sense of duty return. Osiris' strength had returned in full, but his migraines had persisted. 
The news of Arcturus and Revui's fight had added to his physiological strain, and he spent his waking hours occupied with worry; it was very unlike his uncle to stay away for so long. 

 In the back of his mind, Osiris often fretted that the black-furred woman had gotten Arcturus, too. 

Hydra's report was met with a nod, despite the sudden pang of disappointment that he felt in his heart. "He'll be back," he offered weakly as his tail swished against the floor. "He always comes back." 

When asked about his condition, Osiris answered, "Fine," he was always "fine"—his expression remained nuetral, too. "I took some time to go outside when the light wasn't too bright. It felt good." he ignored the fact that he had actively avoided his usual hangs, dreading seeing Firefly Glen again.