Coordinated Assault

Nyssa and Meldrid carried Skia and the injured dwarven boy to the operating table in Meldrid's house. 

"Your friend needs some potions feed them to her like you were this boy. If not for the potions he would probably be further along than he is. Whatever you used in your potions are really effective." She looked over the boy and began using an ointment on the fungal spots. Slowly removing some of them.

"I won't be able to remove everything with this ointment but the less on him the better he will feel. Let's just hope your friend makes it back in time. Or else we are all going to die." Meldrid looked very somber at the boy. Flashbacks of the past filled her mind.

Instead of the dwarven boy in front of her, she was imagining her son, the first victim of the fungal growth. Nyssa began feeding Skia some potions and with patience and time Skia awoke groggy.

"Nyssa?" She asked, confused as to why she was in a house and not outside. "What happened?"