She has come down with a serious infection. Get her to a cold creek. Force her to stand in it for at least 10 minutes. After that, have her drink. Find a pine tree, have her eat the needles. This should help.
I nodded, thankful for my real mother's soul guiding me in this hard time.
" Mother, dear mother. Your going to die. You need healing. "
My words where choked in my throat. My voice shuddering. Tears streamed down my cheeks. She really could die. This wasn't funny.... Oh no, can I handle this? I took a step forward, I am now almost as tall as her now. With a frown, I wrapped my neck around her, in my form of a hug. Then, I took a step back. She needed healing. But really, she needed magic . Why where we so unfortunate? It was so hard to see her like this. It just tore away at my heart. Turning my cranium away from her, I forced to look away. A sob escaped my kissers, my flanks heaving with it. Another, after another escaped. Until I was a bawling mess. Gosh. Sometimes I wonder why I am here, and why am I so unfortunate. This sucks.