Redhawk Caldera I'm not much, but I'm here

Amalia knew that sickness was afoot. She had done her best to make sure she took care of herself. Kept mint, chamomile on hand as her brother had instructed. Lot of water and avoiding direct contact with those that were ill.

However, she was thrown from such a goal, when Frolic ran up to her and caught her. Though she was mildly concerned at the girl as she breathed like a bellows. Goodness Frolic are you okay? Do you want some water or some mint to help you breathe?

Though her next words caught the dark one off guard, and she stood still for a moment. She shook her head. A cat did do it yes, but I won't die. I am healing up fairly well and I was not hurt so bad. A small frown line between her eyes.