without your love, without your touch, this world for me is never gonna be enough
thinking about you as if i lost you

The outside world had been so quiet, as dull and empty as the sound of rain against the ocean’s surface, existing but useless to her mind. She hadn’t even taken the time to think about living. The Dragon’s Throat held her within its warm arms and held her close, closed her off from the horrors of the world while she sat back and let herself rot in its embrace.
She let her duties go unchecked. She let Hobgoblin off on his own, watching with dead eyes as he spread his wings and flew away, gone for hours only to return to sleep beside her. If she’d been more alive at the time, then maybe she would of jumped up at the idea of moving around a bit, to look at the changes that Birdsong proudly brought in.
Instead, she lays beneath her tree by the sea, listening to the soft, soothing noise of the ocean and the repetitive cry of gulls, only halfway paying attention to the movies that Hobgoblin plays out before her eyes.
She tells herself that he hates her for invading his world, that he loathes her very existence for what she does to him.
He responds to her emotions without a flicker of his own, sharing the weight of her mind upon his own shoulders, refusing to crumble, caring in the only way he knows how. If Sikeax dies, whether it be physically or mentally, he believes something will happen to him, and he’s too content with his life to let her waste his.
His perch in the tree leaves him far away from her. She thinks in the back of her head of how nice it would be for him to lie beside her and comfort her, to offer her some sort of guiding light in the dark. Dawn creeps over the horizon by the time she finally feels something brush against her side, lazily turning her gaze to see if it’s him, because please, for once, let it be Hobgoblin showing a single stitch of humanity in his heart.
Black fur drags itself along the right side of her barrel before the low stabbing of claws push into her skin. A sigh casts itself from her, following the rhythm of his touch as if he works to deflate her body within his nails, digging deeper into her side before she finally snorts out a warning.
Something rises up in her nerves, pricking her into a semi-alert state before finally soaring into worrisome thoughts. Bright lights flash before her eyes and then he’s gone, abandoning her once more for some sort of light that’s caught his attention.
She lets him carry her along, crossing the desert at a slow canter as he sprints ahead of her, moving as quickly as his long legs will carry his lithe body over the orange sand. Excitement passes through her veins at the same pace that molasses drips from a tree.
It’s probably nothing out of the ordinary, but she wouldn’t let herself be the reason that his fun is spoiled.
They step up to the plate together, looking over the herd for new faces and names she probably won’t know, searching for souls she hasn’t seen in months and hoping that she’ll discover some lost friend from days past. Each of them blur away into the mass about the same time that a wince passes over her features. She should say something about his claws, but they fade from memory when that little ’wave’ rushes over her body, relaxing tense muscles as talons tangle themselves within her mane.
She drinks in all of Megaera’s words like fine wine, swallowing when a knot generates inside of  her throat at the mention of disease. It twists a black pit within her stomach when all she can think about is how she’s let her duties go unchecked over her own personal, selfish needs. Others were suffering, and there she was, ignorant enough to turn a blind eye to the whole world and proud enough to say that she was the Sun Physician of the Dragon’s Throat when she neglects her duties.
Her throat clears in an uncomfortable sort of way and she remembers that she hasn’t spoken in some time; Hobgoblin has no need for her words and there isn't really much of anyone to speak to in her isolation.
”If anyone has contracted one of these diseases already, please meet with after the meeting. I’d like all of my fellow healers and any that have any information about the disease to come along too, if they’re not worried about getting sick.” She’d throw herself in the fray. She could care less now, because for all that she knew, she was letting the very herd she had sworn her heart and soul to suffer through illness. She had been selfish and now was the time to pay for her sins and to face the true threat of working with disease.
A shiver drives itself down her spine at the idea.
”And,” She searches for eye contact either from Gaucho or Megaera, whoever might listen to her plea and understand the need that she laces it with. ”upon approval, I would like to visit with healers from the other herds to exchange research and ideas for a cure.”
Hisssssssss……
Nothing could mask that damned feeling in her chest, the one equivalent of hot coals, fresh from the fire and burning everything they touch. He rages worse than he’s ever raged, worse than when they were in the cave together.
Ampere.
”For once, don’t cause a scene.” It’s only loud enough for them to hear, something exchanged between lovers within a heated moment where the two search for a calming motion from the other within the battle. She understands his feelings when her chest tightens and her throat suddenly can’t bring any more air to her lungs.
Ampere had treated her kindly in the past, had always been someone she didn’t see a threat rise out of, and to think, this? Sikeax didn’t exactly know Einarr on a personal level(nor did she with the small Pegasus), but, well…
The only thing she can think to is to watch and wait, to see if this is going to be true and hope that Hobgoblin doesn’t do something to embarrass her.

OOC: Sikeax makes a request to be granted permission to visit the other three herds to visit with the healers there in order to exchange information to work towards a cure.
All healers and any of those interested in helping with the cure or have information towards the cure(known past attempts, exact symptoms, transmission, et cetera) are requested to meet with her AFTER the meeting. Anyone who is infected with BFB or GLL is asked to come too.
Hobgoblin is a Black Serval upon arrival, and changes over to his silver Wyvern form right before Megaera begins speaking.

"Talk?"