Dragoncrest Cliffs Tired, Hungry, Violent

A little voice cut through his troubled thoughts, pulling Phobos' attention.

Little Lafayette. Yes - he remembered him from the pearl ceremony. "Anything I can find." He stated, rather bluntly. "Many of the herbs will die off soon, if they have not already."

If he found something to ease Pepper's pain or tame his own illness, that would be a bonus. But by now he could see that in both cases they were not things that would simply leave. Was it worth treating?

He shook the thought out of his mind, deciding to focus on the boy.

"What are you doing out here? Hm?"