Nigel breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the nurses and the supplies from St. Mungos arriving. He went to talk to Jess.
"Thanks for coming. We're just treating symptomatically for now," he told Jess, "because our spells to neutralizes poisons are ineffective. Whatever this is, it's quite foul indeed. We need Robert to analyze the sample of tainted meats that we have so he can identify the poison and formulate an antidote. He hasn't been able to do that yet because he's been tending to patients. Some of them are very critical, and he's been helping to stabilize them and trying to reduce their discomfort. Maybe now your staff can help the patients so we can relieve him to go to his lab. I'd like him to get off that damned leg anyway. He's with Fenrir, I believe. Fenrir is a suspicious sort, and I guess I don't blame him. He isn't good. We could still lose him, and the pack knows it. They absolutely do not want to lose him. But Edward's been good enough to stay with Fenrir, and I think that helps. They're in that last tent there, the one clear down there on the end. You might check in with Robert so he knows you're here."
Tara arrived back and she had a few of the workers from the vineyard with her. She had boxes and boxes with her. There were warm blankets. Warm, clean, new pajamas and slipper socks for children, adults and babies, boxes of disposable diapers, formula, bottles, magical nightlights for the children and little music boxes to soothe them. She had sippy cups and toddlers bowls with plastic cutlery for babies and toddlers. She had brought six big, comfortable wooden rockers that were being resized for use in the tents with the children. She had animal biscuits and small snacks for all ages. She had thought of books, magazines, and puzzle books--like crossword puzzles and such, for some of the patients to help occupy their minds.
"You're amazing," Evan told her, pleased with all the little things she'd thought of. They were going to be needed, surely, but they hadn't been on the top of the list of emergency supplies when the pack had first arrived. "I'll help get them sorted and shelved."
"What can I help you do, Ruby?" Tara asked. "How can I help?"
Angus came up from the cellar after sending up what supplies he could find, and he caught sight of Marcus. Marcus had been hauling, by hand, firewood, as much as he could carry, load after load after load, since they'd gotten the pack here. He'd been stacking firewood at an appropriate distance near each of the three cookfires and he'd been stacking a pile at the front of each tent, to the left of each tent's door, and he continued to just add to those stacks. Marcus seemed tireless, but Angus was seeing fatigue now on Marcus's face. He'd clearly been at this for hours. Angus went over to Aria.
"Why don't you try to get Marcus to take a break for a little? I think he's hauled half a forest in for us today? I'm sure he could use maybe some tea or a sandwich or something. You'll probably get farther with him than I will," Angus told her. "Maybe, if you join him, he'll sit and eat something."