Redhawk Caldera The old red hills of home

While Bronco had no experience working as a medic, he could twll when something was off- and when Fennec moved back to leave, and then seemed to falter in her step, he got to his feet and moved toward her. With her weight sagged against the wall and her head lowered, she had the woebegone, distant look of a carthorse that'd been driven to exhaustion. 

She offered an explanation that made him wonder if she was feeling nauseous, and he came as close as he dared, lowering his muzzle so he could sniff gingerly at her. He wasn't sure he smelled anything off...At least, not the way he'd come to know that sickness smelled like. She sat down suddenly which startled him lightly; his ears flicked back and he licked his lips nervously when he noticed a light termor to her legs and sides.

"Did you eat something that was off?" He asked. "Is there somethin' I can get for you that'll help?" She was the medic here; he assumed she might know roughly some sort of diagnosis for herself, and if she wasn't able to go find whatever herb she needed, he could try and do it for her.