[Using Human-form Jako, Darkness, and Oni]
Jako slid through the temple's doors, with a blanket-wrapped bundle in his arms, and Darkness close behind him. Dark wasn't afraid, and neither was Jako, though none of them had been to this place before. Spying what was probably meant to be a bench, the human-form Prismatic Fenling lay his bundle down, and knelt, uncovering some of it to reveal a pale, young face. It was Oni who was in those blankets, and he didn't look very good. They'd brought him here to try and find a Healer. It was a good bet. Temples generally had those sorts of things. The clinic didn't seem to be able to do anything for him. It was almost as though he was permanently sick.
"Oni... Kiddo, can you wake up?" Jako said softly, shaking the little Kuhna's shoulder a bit.
He was just as pathetic in quad form, but human-form was easier for Jako to look after. The child didn't move, and the Fenling turned to Darkness, eying the human-form Void Tali and sighing.
"Go get someone, Dark. Ask if they know of any Healers. And tell them it's urgent."
After the command was given, the oldest of the Castledown residents went back to trying to rouse the Cake Kuhna while Dark slid off to obey. Jako was worried. Not just for the little one, but for any who came in here to look for help. If there were no Healers, it could pose a serious problem - one he wasn't too terribly keen on dealing with. Not only would it mean that Oni might die... it would mean that, since it was HIS discovery, he would have to provide the place with a Healer from the clinic... which there were none. It didn't make things any easier, knowing that.
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Dark obeyed Jako's command without question. It wasn't that he was all that in love with authority, it was just that he too was worried about Oni. Ever since they'd found him, it'd been one health issue after another. He was always sleeping, and seemed to always have a fever. Dark wouldn't be surprised if the poor kit had a curse on him. Not yet a teenager, it would be easy for Oni to have picked up something nasty from one of the other street-kids that he'd been living with. Much like him, Jako had found the Kuhna roaming the streets, lost, alone, and cold. Therefore, it wasn't too much of a surprise that Oni had been sick. But to stay sick this long? There was definitely something going on there. He raised his voice just the barest amount to call out.
"Hello? Anyone there who can help us?"
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The Cake Kuhna couldn't hear much of anything. He heard muttering, but not what the voices were saying. Hot. So hot. Too hot. He felt like he was spinning around and around, and he wanted off! He felt the strong arms of Jako around him, protecting him. He liked that. He liked it when Jako held him. He was tempted to take his animal form again, but didn't - seeing as that would make it harder on Jako. He worshiped the man. He'd brought him in, and took care of him, and gave him a place to sleep, and made the world all wonderful. He didn't seem to care that he was a common color - something that looked like... well... his species. Cake. Good enough to eat. But he wasn't going to be eaten, was he? That thought brought him back, and he moaned, though the sound didn't carry beyond his own mind. He felt all dizzy and weak and tired. Tingly, too. Like he just wanted to curl up right there... Hey... that wasn't a half-bad idea...
