Synthesis snapped to look up at Darkhor and forced a smile. She agreed wholeheartedly with being uncomfortable about Alistar but at the same time was determined to judge the other on their actions, which addmittedly weren't looking all that encouraging.
"Don't you worry. I'm still helping. I don't know about Alistar." She said to the Drakkollis before turning to the pale boy. "Why don't you do that flying you promised and report back when you've found something?"
With that she turned to follow Darkhor and scour the streets with him. After a couple minutes of walking, she spotted a gaggle of people clustered in a street perpendicular to theirs. They were muttering and pushing to see something, and the druid wondered weather this was the commotion that Alistar had mentioned. She made her way over briskly and used her small stature to worm her way inbetween the people to see what the fuss was about.
To her surprise, she was greeted with the sight of a small Drakkollis, sprawled on the soadside.
"Darkhor!" She hollared as loudly as she could, "He's over here! Your son!"

Darkhor felt reassured with what she had said to him as he walked away from her. Then later on he forced himself to halt the moment he heard her cry out his name. He whirled around and ran towards her voice until he eventually came to a small crowd. Looking above the people and finding it difficult to see and began to push with all his strength to get past the people.

Finally getting them he saw Senthesis but the drakkollis's attention quickly was turned to the little one and he cried out, "Raukaas!" Bending over Darkhor gently grabbed and picked up the unconscious drakkollis. He held his son close to his chest, "Raukaas what have you done? Why do you this? WHY?!"

He shook him at first but then squeezed lightly and when someone approached him he turned around growling and hissing, "NO! NO! GET AWAY!" Getting back up to his feet he began to head back home holding Raukaas close his body. Dakhor didn't know what to do, starting to cry once more he shoved people rudely from him.

"Umm sir? I hate to be a bother, but your son is in a bad condition. Doing something drastic could trigger something bad." Alistar yawned, floating above the child and his father. "Especially something like yelling, it could cause his heart rate to increase and cause the blood to pump faster, giving the disease he has a free ticket to find other places of the body. Causing it to expand and create something worse." Alistar stated, simply as to help the child and not to cause trouble. "You should also be careful about tossing other people aside like that. It really doesn't help anything, considering some of them must have been trying to help."

Synthesis kept her distence from Darkhor as he agressively ploughed his way through the crowd. She followed a little way behind as he continued to cry and waited until they were more or less back to his place before she ran a little to catch up with him. She saw Alister was there too, flying and giving some helpful advice in the most unhelpful way imaginable. She pursed her lips and ignored him.
"Well, I'm a healer." Synthesis offered, "Not very good but a healer none the less. How about I take a look at him?"

Darkhor at first didn't listen but as soon as he heard that the condition would be worsened simply by doing what he just did he quickened his pace, "Just get inside my house…" Finally reaching the house he opened the door walking through and set Raukaas down on the bed.

He caressed the side of his head then his cheek before turning to look back at them, "If you are healers please… Please help him…" The Drakkollis offered for them to take a look at the young small Drakkollis and he just sat there looking at the two with desperation. He was wanting them to do at least something and he waited patiently for them. Darkhor began speaking in his native tongue which seemed like he was giving a prayer for something.

He put his hands up into the air and put them down onto the floor kneeling on the down. He was giving bows as he was doing so, "Esi duath Terranean et un ot sahg saulsan Terraneandos em Terrazukos, Terasque, Terramoonua enda coas sunha Teleranis! Edga ehmsik Raukaas! Ami anmi Yakzerassa!" Ahead of the Drakkollis noticeable was a shrine of some strange creature that had the resemblance of a Drakkollis but with the features of a scorpion.

It was shown to have what it seemed to have was two heads and long bladed like structure coming out from the forearms. It however had no wings present and it possessed a scorpion tail. Dakhor got up and on one knee he touched his mouth with his hands then to the shrine.

Synthesis made her way over to the boy and placed her hand on his forhead, ready to channel as much magic as she could into healing his broken body. She wasn't sure what exacctly was wrong with him but she didn't need to in order to give someone a general healing. But just as she was about to begin she heard the strangest chanting from behing her. She turned to see Darkhor speaking in a foreign tongue and bowing to a statue she hadn't noticed before. It was very strange, even though she could guess he was only praying. She nodded and wished that any god out there would smile upon them now. The poor boy didn't look in good condition at all.

She turned back and did her best to concentrate and focus on the boy, but it was diffucult. In the end she managed to get a flow of magic knitting his tissues back together and revitalising his immune system. She continued to pour as much strength as she could afford into the process, before disconnecting from him, breathless. Now all they could do was wait to see what happend. She closed her own eyes and listeneed to the chanting, which wasn't actually that offensive to the ear. She nedeed rest too now and sat down heavily on the bed beside the child.

"I'll see what I can do." Alistar walks inside and quickly makes his way to the child. "Souron Sesiush!" A bright light surrounds the boy like a thin bubble. It stays for awhile, while Alistar stands there with his eyes closed, his hand still on the boy's forehead. After it disappears Alistar takes his hand from his forehead and places it on his hip. Sighing, he turns around. "He should be fine, at least for now. I haven't gotten rid of it, just delayed it to a certain part of the body. There are a few things I need to stop it. I'll write them down." Alistar pulls a journal out of his bag, along with a quill and ink. He writes some items down and placess the sheet on front of Darkhor. "That should be everything. Including some things to get his strength back."

"What sort of magic was that?" Synthesis said, startled into opening her eyes, "And are you some sort of herbalist? I've got quite a few herbs that I collect on my travels and I've dabbled a little in learning how to use them."
She couldn't help but feel a little dissapointed that Alistar was able to heal the boy with so much more confidense than herself, but at the same time grateful that the boy was going to be alright, with both their combined efforts. She opened upp her bag and pulled out several bundles of dried plants wrapped in cloth and offered them up for Alistar's inspection. She felt truely tired enough to fall asleep then and there and thought how nice it would be to lie down. Instead she swayed a little and closed her eyes again to rest them.

Raukaas had began to shift in his sleep then woke up after the spells were cast on him. Then trying to process what had just happened he found he had been taken back ho somehow and began to panic immediately. The young Drakkollis complained, "I never wanted to go back home! I want  to go back outside!"

He managed to have somehow sat up and gotten out of bed trying to make it back out of the door. But trying to attempt to run back outside he collapsed to his knees shakily and coughing hard. He then fell backwards and gripped the edge of the bed looking fairly panicked.

He started to freak out to see that there were strangers inside of their house and started to sniffle and cry both from falling over, aching body and the fear of sudden strangers inside the house at the same time.

"Oh dear! What is wrong!? You just need to stay in bed. Please, if you move then the disease may spread!" Alistar urges, trying to get the child back in bed. "Oh, and it was called 'Search and Destroy' magic. In this case, I used it to search and destroy most of the disease that spread through his body, but some of it still is there. Oh, and thank you." Alistar took the cloth and opened it. He searches the cloth and picks out a few of them and wraps it back up. "Yep! All of the ones I needed are right here! You were very helpful! Now, little boy, I need you to sit on the bed and wait for a bit as I crush them up and make some tea for them. Sir, do you have a some firewood or something to start a fire?" Alistar turned towards Darkhor. Smiling a bit, he flicks his hands and they spark, causing flames to burn from his hands.