The name Philomel was familiar, but rang no bells. Who this was, however, was unimportant compared to the task at hand. She put little thought into it. This Lilthis seemed to be a decent person as well. The familiar faun, hooves clanking on the ground, immediately took command from the information Felicity had given her. Good. We have a leader.

As the dim light shone through the filthy house, the redhead scratched her head. So many questions! Did diseases really just fall from the sky? Could bacteria hail from falling ash? Why this town and nothing else? What was this illness? How could she cure it? She had to set her mind straight. Shaking her head as the others kick started into action, Felicity eyed the wide house. Philomel said the remaining survivors would be piled here. So…
“Hey,” Felicity turned to the victim, “I’ll need to use your house as a medical base. I need everyone in the same place.”

Eleanor coughed, not at all covering it. A slow blink was her only movement as she rasped a faint agreement. Instantly, Felicity turned to the furniture and started shoving it into corners. The chairs and couches were strategically placed facing inwards as extra bedding. Her strength allowed her to rearrange the house with ease and swiftness. Soon enough, she swept the clutter and dust away. She pulled out any spare blankets, pillows, and mattresses she could find and started to lay them out. Her heart was starting to race as the desperation continued to settle in. What if Felicity’s knowledge of medics was not enough to – she shook her head. She would save all these people. She had to!

She was careful as she moved the family into beds near each other as they could still be close and cuddle. As Eleanor huddled with her children, shuddering, Felicity pulled a heavy blanket over the three. Felicity needed to do research. She turned and got her medical kit, feeling uneasy as she managed to explain calmly. “I will need samples. Blood, skin, materials, anything. I need to analyze so I can tell what this is.”

She pulled out a small knife and considered. Was blood the best place to start, or should she start with the water? She could not leave these three to collect samples, however! She struggled immensely, torn and panicked in what to do. She lowered the knife, placing it in the bag. She needed to think.

Her head darted up from her thoughts as she heard someone at the door.