Odina would go to stand on her own, "Thank you," she whispered to Octavius, she smoothed out the front of her outfit before waiving away any help, "The three of you have jobs to do, I don't want to keep anyone out of the loop we need to act now though, send out people to warn everyone of this situation for those who can seclude awag now do so for those who can't we need a separate area with those tents...I will remain here with P'ol taking care of her and myself; get the tents and an area set up for the sick once they are separated we start with cures," she stepped away from them keeping the creeping tiredness in her bones from showing, "I will communicate through written orders...is this understood?"

Octavius, a soldier at heart, salutes to Odina’s words. If there were dismissed then he would make haste to survey the soldiers of Nevermere, take note of who was sick, and try to quarantine those who weren’t.