All of these unwell people were making her increasingly nervous. Her flock had avoided injury for the most part, save for some lamb getting ill if they were ever born during a harsh spell of weather. Daisy simply couldn't think of any reason why she had always been so fortunate in health, or why this clan was far from it. The ewe felt bad for noting being able to do anything to help - her hooves were no good for holding any anything, not that she had any herbal knowledge - especially since Skyclan had been so kind as to take her in.
An idea came to her suddenly, and she felt silly for not think of it sooner. If this place had enemies, and neutrals, surely they would have allies? After talking to some NPCs, Daisy was as ready as a nervous sheep could be. "Neo, Yato, Luca? Could I go ask if the Westeros would be so kind as to help us with this wretched infection?"