Moonspear calculate the pattern that is causing my disease

She stood in the ankle-deep waters, letting the tip of her tail lazily brush against the surface as she drank. All the while, she kept Rannoch in sight from the corner of her eye, trained on his every movement. It was good he was away from the den, at least. She didn't like leading her patient into the unknown (even if it was just Moonspear), away from the certainty of the den. Anything could happen out here.

She quickly yanked her thoughts away from worrying about such things, instead looking up to Rannoch as he spoke. She quirked her head slightly, horrified that he had been thrown into the ocean. She had never seen it, but she had heard tales of it from Charon. It was a fascinating, mysterious, and terrifying thing all at once.

"Oh," she murmured softly as he continued, taking the information on board. While Terance hadn't needed much therapy after his injuries, Lyra figured Rannoch may need a little more time to recover from his own. She frowned thoughtfully up at him; he seemed to be the more experienced one in this matter. "How so?" How did water help them get better?