"Sick..." she exhaled, her expression nothing short of horrified. An illness was doing this? This poor man, suffering so greatly from something incurable, through no fault of his own? She closed her eyes and wished fervently that Deuce was here; the Shaman would have known exactly what to do with him, her amazing stock of herbs would have solved everything.
But it was just... her. Colibri, no one to call, no one to consult. She was more gardener than herbalist, and had even been trying to cultivate nice harmless flowers rather than the poisonous ones that fascinated her so. Trying to clean up her act so that she would not be a liability any more. But she still had some of her favorites, unable to kick the odd habit completely.
She took his extended hand, clasping it shyly as he struggled to rise to his feet again. Trembling, weak, pitiable. "How long... have you been like this? Sick, I mean," she murmured, trying not to cry. She could feel the bones in his hand, the cracks in his pawpads. Surely she could do something, she had some resources, she could at least ease his pain for a while... right? Try to tackle this disease herself, since he had already given up.
Licking her lips nervously, she nodded towards the cabin, leading him towards the porch steps. He would definitely feel better after she made him a nice hot drink. The green-eyed man that had saved her life, this was how she would repay him, by saving another canine's life! "Of course you'll see Slay, I promise," she soothed, trying to calculate how long a walk it would be from her cabin to the Rosea's church. Not far for a healthy wolf, but the husky looked like he was on his last legs. Maybe she should call Slay here, that might be safer for the invalid.