It's a grim tableau.
Lamant stretched out on an examining table, bleeding from the mouth, coughing up blood.
Three hyper vigilant healers working on him.
My fellow beasts and I gathered around our tamers, our family. Looking on, helpless.
Minette prevailing upon the healers to DO SOMETHING and asking questions.
Vedette and Kaline holding each other, trying to comfort each other. Kaline trying to be strong, impenetrable at times, and Vedette acting as if Kaline is made of glass.
Maartenwitz, summoning strength from within, standing by offering everything he can think of, from a glass of water to a prayer to the Healing Gods.
The only one absent is Niall, who opted to stay behind and comb through Lamant's study for clues, especially those that would seem to indicate a curse at work. Peridot stuck with him, ready to assist him however she could.
