The Long, Dark Night

Phoebe nodded when Isla gave her assessment of the situation. While she was still talking, Phoebe went over to the supplies and grabbed a few rags. The fever was problematic but not impossible to treat at least. The poison was going to be the trickier part since they didn’t know what it was or what would cure it. So for now she focused on what she could do, dousing the rags in cool water, wringing them out, and then going back to @Ronin’s side. She placed one rag across his forehead and another she tucked behind his neck, loosely wrapping it around the front to keep it there. By now she was sure the poison was likely too far in his system to suck out, and the wounds would likely too big to do so given the size of the tooth Isla held. The best thing she could do was to keep Ronin talking and alert, so if there was a big change in his health it would be readily noticed. “Ronin, my name is Phoebe. Roana is my sister-in-law. It is very nice to meet you. Do you remember what happened when the creature bit you?” she asked in her sweet and gentle manner, trying to prompt him to speak at some length. Phoebe Be gentle to all and stern with yourself