Arthur was sitting against a tree by the edge of Camp, trying to ease his breathing after another coughing spel derived from his illness. The camp was in shambles, Dutch was acting erratically now and Micah had Dutch's ear constantly. Arthur and Charles were doing everything they could to help the Wapiti Tribe and now Arthur was back and trying to rest a bit before he had to ride out again. His breathing was raspy and swallowed a bit as he spat some blood to the side from his coughing spell.