Word Count → 402 :: OOC here!
Drakien didn't make it very far before he found the Pictou river, and paused there, trying to remember what sort of plants would help his dear friend. Cinnamon bark, but those trees wouldn't grow around here; nettles? He might be able to help fight infection. There was also kelp, if he remembered correctly, and as that was the sort of thing to be found on the beach, he began following the river, keeping an eye out for anything sneaking up on him--or anyone, for that matter. But, as he found a patch of familiar plants, he was momentarily distracted, bending to begin cutting the stalks. He could feed these to Breixo, and that would also bring down any fever he might get; it was better to stock up on them while he could.
He'd cleared most of the bush when he heard someone coming up on him, and his ears lifted, though his eyes remained focused on the plant in his hands. As the younger male made himself known, asking if he was alright, Drakien glanced up and grunted briefly, focusing for a moment on pulling the last of the plant out from the roots. Only the leaves, as far as he knew, were useful, but he could always use the rest of the plant for other things. It took him a moment more to reply to the boy, and he didn't until he'd tucked the plants into the bag he'd only just remembered to grab. Then he turned his gaze to his company, his brow furrowed and his eyes dark with worry.
"I am fine." He said, though the distracted tone of his voice betrayed him. After a moment, he tucked the knife into the waistband of his pants and began walking again, his strides quicker than usual. After a moment, he added, "We'd both best be careful. There's a cougar out here somewhere." Though the warning was sincere, his voice sounded as though his heart wasn't in it, and as he continued following the river, he felt his heart clenching. If he didn't get back in time...if Breixo died...could he take that? Could he stand losing his best, his only friend? His companion? There was so little time, with only the nettles, to prevent fever, and little else, he could only hope. But he couldn't go back yet; he wouldn't, without all the help he could carry.
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