The temperature had changed with such rapidness that a rash of sickness had broken out in Endrykas. As much as Waisana tried to convince herself that it was little more than a Fall cold, the teen had difficulty shaking the feeling that this would be a repeat of the Spring's fever outbreak. That illness had descended on the Drykas quite rapidly and by the time they had realised how serious it was, it had almost been too late. It had spread like wildfire, burning through the young and the old as surely as flames decimated the dry grasses. The doctor had lost her first patient then another and another and it had very nearly destroyed her. She had felt so useless, knowing that if some of those children had just seen a healer rather than a silly unmarked doctor then they might still be alive. She neglected to consider the fact that even the healers had failed in the end when the illness had ravaged a patient's system too long; she had made that her fault as well because she hadn't been able to provide the needed treatment when there was still time. Now as she checked airways, listened for rattling in the lungs and applied poultices to chests, the same doubts and fears returned.
This time, the blonde knew those blessed by Rak'keli were near at hand. There was a man with a very visible mark of Healing on his face and Amunet of course, but there were others who betrayed their nature through their touch, their marks less starkly placed unless you knew where to look for them. There were useful hands around the place if they were needed. Not that she couldn't be of use of course, given the charm she now possessed. The charm that had once belonged to Deathspark now hung heavily between her breasts, held there by a necklace of woven grasses, a poor material for such a thing of magic and beauty. If the situation became dire then the young doctor held a power beyond the singly marked healers that was contained in the glowing golden gem. Alas, the magic would only work once and the stone would become a cold blue until the Watchtowers flared again. It was something she wished she had owned when the fever came before but while it was a great blessing, it was also a great curse; it forced her to choose only one life above all others.
Her latest patient was a boy with congested airways and a wet rattling cough. Even before she pressed her ear to his bare back to listen to his breathing, she knew that his lungs didn't sound good. The blonde considered applying an onion poultice in an effort to expel what lay within but it was a treatment that would take time. Given the numbers swarming the River Flower, she couldn't keep him under observation and provide him with the necessary attention and his mother was also unwell, not to the same degree but bad enough that she couldn't leave the responsibility of his care in her hands. It seemed like the time for one of those healers she'd been enviously observing. Flashing a pleasant smile and a sign of wait to the boy and his mother, Waisana approached Amunet. She had had little opportunity to interact with the woman in the past but they had worked well together when they had helped the slaves in the mines. The woman appeared idle for the moment - an unusual state - as she'd been having an argument with one of the older healers. The teen hesitated in her approach as another healer stopped briefly to say something to the redhead but when he passed on, she was quick to reach the other's side.
"Amunet!" she called in greeting, expressing her pleasure in seeing her and signing her congratulations for the woman's current condition. Many blessings to you. May your wuepa strive. "With your state, I am surprised you're here but I'm glad. I need your help." Child. Heal. Will you come? She regarded the woman pleadingly and made coaxing gestures with her hands, begging her to follow her to the boy she had left but a few moments before. She didn't know if he was beyond Amunet's gift but she hoped that she could do something to ease his suffering at the very least.
