"I'll ask her." :Nayoki?:

:Belrun? Is something wrong?: 

:A couple of our Healers are down with the flu. Are there more up north who could be spared?:

:I will need to talk to one of the other locations, but probably. Can no one come from Haven?: 

:They might be able to but we don't have as much communication with them so I couldn't guarantee it and also apparently some people think it's our fault or something which won't help:

:That seems kind of absurd given that Leareth is ill himself! Anyway, I will see if I can obtain you some more personnel for this: 

And, a couple of hours later, four more Healers arrive. 

It's still early evening, but Gemma immediately declares that everyone who's been on shift during the day is going off shift now and the newcomers are taking over. None of them can do Belrun's trick, but no one is actively vomiting right now, so as long as that remains true they can manage without. 

Gemma's very smart. Belrun helps with handoff and checks herself and everyone else on their way out. :Hey, Leareth, are you better enough for a solid dinner?:

:I think so, as long as it is not too rich: 

She gets him some bread and fruit and :Will you eat some chicken, I know you normally don't but meat's the most compact nutrition there is to hand especially if you don't want anything greasy:

:- I will try some. It does not sound very appealing but everything else that would be nutritious sounds worse. I normally like cheese and right now the entire concept of dairy products seems inedible: 

Just a little chicken then. She brings it over and her own plate so they can have dinner together.

Leareth looks much better than he did this morning, though still pretty out of it compared to his usual. He smiles tiredly at her and picks at his food, slowly making his way through most of it.

"Any news?" he asks her. 

"Had Nayoki bring in another batch of our Healers because two of the first bunch are sick. Apparently some people in Haven are suspicious too."

Leareth frowns. "That could become unfortunate. Since we are so out of contact." 

"Yeah. I think one of the Heralds there should come over and have their Companion talk to ours, but nobody's done it yet. I guess once you're better enough that I can go back to sleeping here I could send Amshalan there?"

"Is Rolan here in the north? As a Groveborn, I expect he can run faster than Amshalan, and he does not have a Herald to leave behind." 

"He's around. Even being loosely helpful in that he's said I didn't decide to give everybody the flu for no reason." :Amshalan, can you ask him if he'd mind making the trip?:

:Ooh, that's a really good idea: Pause. :To my surprise, he says yes. Not sure why he didn't propose it already, maybe he was doing that weird cagey thing where he waits for someone else to ask because it's not his job: 

:He really doesn't have enough initiative, does he:

:He seems to have a lot of some skills and be very lacking in others! Though, um, I think right now he's partially backed off because of the thing where he can't really work with you or Leareth very effectively, so if he is proactive it's likely to just step on the other Heralds' toes: 

:I guess that's fair. Well, it's good of him to go on the errand anyway: "Amshalan says he said yes."

"Oh! That is very good. I suppose it will still take him at least overnight to reach Haven, though." 

"Probably, but he might be back tomorrow evening if he hurries. Though he may not."

Nod. Leareth leans on Belrun a bit, turned the opposite direction so he's not breathing on her at all. 

"I still feel that we are missing some obvious precaution, but I am not sure what. I am still not especially clearheaded."