Doragon simply nods at what she was saying. He hopes that eventually that her people will learn to trust him, but he knew it would be hard since because of the acts that his people had committed. After they settled in, he goes into her room to tell her good night. As he enters he could see Sith and Talia sitting together on the bed, around the bundle that was Caym. â€œWhatâ€™s going on?â€ he asks. Sith looks at him, â€œThe little one is ill, she has a high fever.â€ he says. Doragon nods, â€œAny other symptoms?â€ he asks. Sith nods, â€œShe has a slight cough and she occasionally will sneeze. And just before you came into the room, she had a case of the chills.â€ he says. Doragon nods, but he could see that worry was written all over Taliaâ€™s face. He then goes over to the bed and takes Caym out of her bundle and beings to examine her, from snout to tail. â€œHmm...seems like she has a cold.â€ he says. â€œGood thing I brought some things, just incase this would happen. Babes usually end up getting a cold.â€ he says. And then turns to her, â€œThis is normal, itâ€™s part of nature, in the wild babies would sometimes get this...think of it as a population control in nature.â€ he says. â€œIâ€™ll be right back.â€ he adds as he leaves the room. He then comes back with the pack that he had shoved Sith in. He begins to pull out all sorts of plants, a bowl, some containers of brown and black powder and a container of water. He then begins to mix together a little of all the plants, black powder and brown powder in the bowl. He then starts to crush up the plants into the powders, once they were finely ground, he adds some of the water and begins to mix it together. â€œShe needs to get some of this mixture three times a day, for about two weeks.â€ he says as he feeds Caym some of the mixture. Caym made a face of disgust, but then settled down to go to sleep. â€œMaybe I should sleep in here to night, just in case things turn for the worse.â€ he says.