Though the scene humored him, Sir Ramsei never let laughter ruin a good disciplinary action. Unlike his fellows. They often laughed too often, too quick. The thought of being so lax often put a sour peel on his face. And yet, often times, they were right in doing so. Just as Cubbi was right to work. Unlike the others worrying and crying, the lad was showing a maturity he didn't think existed in the cub, or any cub. Except Aldi…
Berating himself mentally for making any such comparison, Ramsei sighed. "Plucki has much to teach you, squire. About stallions," And he grabbed the lead rope to lower Cubbi to the ground. He patted the unicorn's neck and it calmed. "and other things. Do you know his name?"
"Sure. Plucki's steed's named after his dad's. He told me." Defiant, Cubbi's chin stuck out. Still hadn't forgiven Sir Ramsei for trying to keep him out of the fight against Zorlock. "His name's Sharpsight."
"Then use it. And maybe then he won't be so disagreeable to you." Handing Cubbi the stable brush, Sir Ramsei turned about and hid a silent smirk.

Corvi crept just near to the clinic to hear the awful bustle of nervous physicians and knights. It made him feel sick, and wanting to hate the world. What if Sir Blastus didn't make it? What if it was happening all over again?
"Stop it!" he hissed at himself. "Yer not helping anything! Get a grip. You gotta do what Ramsei said. Look after the others. Just… just be okay, Blastie. We need you back soon." Wiping at an errant tear in angry frustration, Corvi turned and ran, seeking something to do.

Meanwhile, Lady Bane plotted. Lady Bane stirred and stewed. Lady Bane made herself some dinner.
Sighing pleasantly at her reflection, her beautiful young face, the evil sorceress magically whipped up a small feast in anticipated celebration. Soon the Gummadoon's child-knight would be dead, after a lengthy and much deserved painful and agonies wait. Especially for his pitiful meddling comrades in arms! Cackling, the young-looking witch threw in a handful of garlic and smelled her brewing banquet. Soon, those wretched gummies would be bowing in mercy to her, and she would give none.

Councilors Flurryfeather, Spinwillow, Berrybottom, Wooddale, and Tosslewind convened in the quiet of the council chambers after Spinwillow guaranteed complete privacy by a special locking spell.
"You've all heard from Sarrika." Wooddale said. "You know her opinion, and the only conclusion we may reach."
"Sir Blastus wasn't out, wasn't around anyone with Cub's Fever. You can't catch it just out of nowhere." Tosslewind put in, making the point of what they had all come to realize. "It's magic. Devious magic."
Berrybottom nodded. "Agreed."
They did not speak of who or what could have done this. They all had a pretty fair idea. What mattered now, and what became the only topic of discussion, was how to combat Cubs' Fever now that it was decidedly magic-born. Little could be concluded, however. It was just so unheard of. Such disregard for life. Such malicious intent! Much shaking of heads ensued, as well as mutterings of the unknown.
"There must be something. The Spell of Argus the Great?" Flurryfeather asked.
"Only for children, and it requires six wizards, not five."
"Couldn't we revert him to child form first and get it to work?"
"No, no. It says clearly here that…"
Tavi, listening in secret, was getting very frustrated. She could help. She KNEW she could. If they'd let her. But she didn't want to tell them her secret just yet. She didn't want anyone to know. Not yet. But… if it meant helping Sir Blastus, and they needed six wizards…
She crept toward the group and touched the spell of locking, willing it away. She took a deep breath and went to her aunt's side. Amid the shocked faces of the council elders, Tavi focused only on Wooddale, her Aunt Toffi. She'd listen, right? She'd understand? She had to!
"I heard you talking about helping Sir Blastus, and--"
"Child, how did you get IN here? Why, this is.. It's…" Berrybottom sputtered.
Wooddale calmed him with a raised hand. She silenced the others starting to speak with a mere look. To Tavi, her little niece, she kneeled. Yes, she knew. Hard not to. If the others weren't so absorbed in other things of late, they'd have known, too. The power reeked off the cub like the smell of a rejuvenating bath. But Wooddale knew it was best to let the child speak her peace, be brave about bringing it up herself. To handle this budding force correctly may be the key in saving them all one day. "Yes, Tavi? What have you to say for yourself?" Quirking a brow at the cub in warning, Wooddale knew this was exactly the way to handle Tavi. For now.