"You where hurt in the forest fire. Don't try to move to much. The village wasn't harmed." Aylia just frowns when Whitewolf mentions that Fang isn't too happy. She figured he wouldn't be. "Maybe tomorrow you can get up for a bit. We'll see how your lungs are doing. But for now let's get some ice onto your shoulder and back and some tea into you. Your coughs have been sounding pretty ragged. We don't want you to get a sore throat as well." It doesn't take long to brew the tea, which Aylia then insists Fang drink most of a mug of. She wraps a couple plastic bags of ice in wash clothes before putting them next to his body.