Blackfeather Woods I'm starting to notice a sound

The tree.
The tree.
Zephyr leaned in close to Rowan's thick, winter ruff, and Takion explained with stuttering shock.
Rowan was not a medic. Far from it, really. He'd not known this to happen after being with the tree.
Sithis tried to take him.
The boy held his silvered friend close, closing his eyes. He sighed, a soft plume of warmth left his lips.

It seems Zephyr had recovered mostly, apart from their strength, which might be because of the Daedra. They sucked his strength.
He gave Takion a curt not. "Zeph, get some sleep." He looked to them, eyes earnest.
"I'll talk to you in the morning, yes." A pause. He needed reassurance. He tilted his eyes to Takion, then back to Zephyr.
"Do you need someone to stay with you?"
He didn't want them to be scared in his woods.