Blackfeather Woods Drink me

He didn't like her in this state. It was strange. He had met and befriended many women and girls who had delicate personalities. They were fine and graceful and had all of the fears of all of the things in this cruel world. They had fathers and brothers and eventually they grew to have daughters and husbands. They lived and died. Through it all, they held that sense of naïveté and grace.
Takiyok was the opposite of all of these things, and it was why he identified so strongly with her from the beginning. Though she had been through hardship many times, she had come out from it strong and knowing. If he did anything wrong, she would be the first to tell him. He trusted her.
To see her collapsed like this in fear and weird ailment infuriated him more than he could express, for he had to stay calm for her.
Here, come with me. He answered her. He did not fully know what she needed. He was terrified she might go into a seizure like Zephyr had, and he would not be able to help her. He rose from their weird embrace, clinging to her and shepherding her toward the stream that ran close to the denning site they had chosen to raise their family. Please drink. It will help, he said. He was no medic, but he knew that drinking water helped with many ailments, including toxins. His mind spun. It throbbed.