Welcome to the Plague

Kirby was fairly sure he had everything ready. He had the letters, he had given Emmeline the excuse he had decided upon. He did not want her to know that this quest was all for her. She would not want him to go, and she would worry about him going off without her and getting wrapped up with a bad crowd- it had happened plenty of times before.

What he worried, though, was that she would realize just how scary this sickness really was. Kirby had always been the more observant of the two, and now he realized, after walking through the hospital, just how large the multitude of people was that had been affected by whatever illness seemed to be plaguing the entire magical society he had so carefully evaded.

He took Emmeline's hand and smiled. "It's going to be fine, love."

Khaat had not wanted to interrupt Kirby with Emmeline but she did want him to have Milo. She peaked in quietly.

"Kirby," she said tentatively. "I have an owl for you to use. I think the two of you will be a good fit." Before she finished speaking, Milo glided over to Kirby's shoulder and landed there easily. "If you need any gear, I'm sure my husband will be glad to lend you whatever you need.

Ever attention needy, Milo was already trying to make friends with Kirby by giving his hair a playful tug.

"Milo," Khaat said, trying not to laugh. "Behave."

(forgot about this! So sorry! I will be starting a retrieval thread for these ingredients and will PM you then)

Kirby's name reached his ears and he turned, nodding. He released Emme and walked over, taking the owl onto his forearm and holding his arm ahead of him, peering into the eyes of the owl. It hooted and he nodded. "Seems like we will get on fine." He looked back at Khaat and said, "I am well equipped, thank you. Just watch over Emmeline." He turned to her and said, "Just a few days." He looked back at Khaat and said a quick, "thank you," before leaving.

He had a disease to kill.