Herbalists' Cache For every time that they want to count you out

For @Ashlar <3

None of the Medeiros siblings were healers. Not since Rose had died, and O— his lost sister had given up the practice. So it was only to be expected when the infection set in. Tybault remained in denial, of course, until it was almost too late.
Or was it too late? Tybault blinked and realized that he did not know where he was. He did not know when he had wandered. Was this what dying was? This strange pull, this urge to crawl away and find somewhere safe and hidden and isolated and... just sleep. Sleep, and never wake. He drew in a breath and found it painful for the way it expanded his throat and his chest. This forest was a decent place to die. He settled in the melting snow and wondered if his eyes were glassy right now, the way his sister's often were. He didn't think about anything else for a long time.