No cure? Note to self, avoid plague like the plague. And the poor girl. While Arran wasn't a fan on his own parents, he wouldn't like if they disappeared or got the sick. Not even a little bit. A frown furrowed his forehead as he pulled the leather breastplate back and forth, partly  to smooth out a wrinkle in the undershirt, but mostly to just do something.<br/><br/>"Um, I don't know if I can do anything. But I'll, uh, talk to my ... teacher. He might know what to do." Arran paused and licked his lips. "Which way did you Pa go? If its on the way, I can keep an eye out." Arran really, really didn't want to catch this uncurable plague. But, he also didn't feel entirely comfortable with the sad looks.