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Ilaorun wasn't feeling down, but he wasn't feeling normal either.
One of the ill of whom he was charged with the duty of watching over had rapidly and suddenly worsened within the disease stages. He knew that if he didn't work quickly she'd soon perish to it and the lion had set himself to work quickly in order to save her life.
However, as she had now entered the worsened state of the disease (and admittedly Ilaorun's specificity was comfort, not healing to begin with) another, more experienced healer had taken over his duties. He kicked up a small amount of crumbled, dry and decaying leaves as he walked mauling over the subject deeply. Finally, a sigh escaped his lips as he came to terms with the fact that it was probably best she was in care of another.
It was simply an ugly reminder of a fate he could later have in store for himself. He might have been immune to the disease but that didn't mean he couldn't develop a weakness to it later. Soon, he could be one of those lions desperately gasping for air as their lungs filled with a mucus that refused to leave.
It was... A devastating Realization.
nessiaing