Duskfire Glacier the ladder

Although late, Ensio converged on the site of the medicine den, where a patient from Rivenwood was being tended. He did not know her personally, but he had seen her in passing. Had smelled her, heard her name mentioned. Druid. Heda's cherished sister. If she was important to her, then she was important to him, as a friend. The once anger prone Duskfire was growing ever the more into a fearsome protector. 

He heard voices coming from the den as he drew near. Heda was inside with her sister, and he could see Lane squeezing in too. Tuuluuwaq remained stationed outside. He neared just as he heard, and smelled, the ripeness of vomit. He imagined that now the den floor wouldn't be very fit to lay on.

Good thing he had come bearing a gift, for both sisters. A fresh day old fox skin, courtesy of his own talent in catching the thief. He set it down near the entrance and murmured. "To keep you from the cold. And that." He motioned to the vomit. No lady should have to lay in that. He turned to Tuuluuwaq. "Give me the rundown. What has happened?"