Gaining Information and A white feather

The boy looked to be about 13 years old and just by first glance anyone could tell that he was sick but something about his sickness seemed familiar.

“Is he family?”

The old woman looked at the boy before answering. "Not really. I found him lying on the street and decided to take him in.”

“And he’s been with his sickness since you found him?”

“Yes.”

“How long has that been?”

“A little over a year.”

After hearing her last reply he walked closer to the boy, kneeling beside him.

The house wasn’t big in the first place with the total amount of rooms being just 3 and there weren’t doors covering the rooms except for the main entrance which was why he sighted the boy immediately after stepping in.

She watched as Art began to observe him and after some minutes he came up with several theories but the most plausible was that this boy had a similar sickness to the kind he previously had.