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It startled Laurel to find out that Mahler himself had no clue what was actually ailing him. A cough, for many months; she knew of that. He'd had that cough for as long as she could remember. She just didn't know there was any blood involved usually. Had he hidden that on purpose?

Mahler said he was not cold, so Laurel stayed at a short distance from him, outside of the shallow den she'd directed him to. Let me... She sounded unsure, and she was unsure; but she had already said half of what she wanted to say, so she convinced herself she may as well spit it all out now. Let me know if there's anything I can do. Now, or later, when it's colder. She would not let Mahler die because of his damned pride. She didn't care about that; she knew how destructive one's own pride could be.

Laurel looked away when Mahler said that she did not need to take care of him. Of course she didn't need to. She knew that.

But you have to, don't you, dearest?

Laurel sighed — not sure herself if it was at Mahler's stubborn pride and honour, or Iliksis' poisonous voice in her head. Well, somebody has to, she deflected, her voice sharper than she intended. Then, softer as she looked at him with renewed worry shining in her eyes: You really don't know what it is? You're the pack's healer. You haven't ever seen something like this before?