Finding out that there was a cure actually made Oliver cry because holy fuck they were saved. Not long after reading the posting on the Notice Board, a voice called out... one he had never heard before but he could immediately guess who it was. Oliver knew immediately to not accept such a cure. There were far too many reasons why, but most importantly: Safrin. He loved her and trusted her and accepting such a cure would destroy all of that.
With his temporary cure having been consumed, Oliver was in good enough of headspace to help out with the other cure, the better one. A message had been sent over to Melita, someone he knew wasn't sick and therefore could trust to go with him. She said she'd be willing to help and this was exactly it.
Strapped to his back was a bag of essentials. Medical supplies, containers of water, some extra weapons, the incense, and a few other things they'd most likely need.
And there he was, standing before the area and waiting anxiously for Melita's arrival, ready to search for the cure that they desperately needed.
With his temporary cure having been consumed, Oliver was in good enough of headspace to help out with the other cure, the better one. A message had been sent over to Melita, someone he knew wasn't sick and therefore could trust to go with him. She said she'd be willing to help and this was exactly it.
Strapped to his back was a bag of essentials. Medical supplies, containers of water, some extra weapons, the incense, and a few other things they'd most likely need.
And there he was, standing before the area and waiting anxiously for Melita's arrival, ready to search for the cure that they desperately needed.
let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair
Oliver
