What it was that tipped off Sreda in particular, she couldn't know, but Fi watched her cousins eyes hone in on her before words even left her burnt lips. Hell, she'd probably been watching for a while. Had she seen it in anyone else yet, or was Fiora the only one burdened with such a fate? Was her price as unique as it was terrible? Would Sreda know what to do, or was Fiora just in the best care possible until her demise? As far as Fiora could assume, she herself was the Doctor of Elysium now, if it hadn't crumbled. She should know how to take care of herself, she had work to do, the garden needed prepared for spring, she didn't have time to be dead!
Fiora heaved a heavy sigh as Sreda asked the dreaded question of what happened, putting a paw beneath her chin. Other than avoiding the tip of her muzzle being touched, she was putty in her cousins paws, violet gaze pleading and confused as she did as she was bid. For a long time, the snowy she-wolf didn't answer; mulling, trying to formulate a sentence, trying to remember exactly what had happened since she left Elysium. Right after the dream, she and Mir had just... gone. What if Auntie Valeska had taken everyone and moved the pack somewhere less toxic? Had they all scattered to try and fix the problem, like the twins had, like she and Mir? Had so many died, Elysium was no more? Was it just her, the twins, and Sreda in the area?

Sreda asked about poisons, foul play, and Fi shook her head gently.

Paid... price, she murmured, ...rune.

Once more, she gestured to the waters that weren't quite as dark as they had been. She had to --had to-- keep believing she'd done something good, that the price she'd paid wasn't for nothing.

Found... in... a pit, she carried on, brows furrowing as she recalled, Drug... it out... of wa...water.

Sreda didn't comment on the whereabouts of the pack, and it unsettled Fiora. Something must've happened -- but what? Was she just being cryptic, too worried about Fiora to speak on much else, or was something seriously wrong that she didn't want to reveal?

The Plague?

Fiora bounced her head in an idle nod, tongue swiping around her lips. Sreda was already so close, but the Bacchus scooted closer to press her head against her cousins chest with another defeated sigh that tapered into a keening whine.

H-help....