An attack in Brooklyn, various different reports throughout all five boroughs, and even news from beyond New York entirely, and into other states. This Dark Coven was at large, and in many ways. However, whatever their plans were, biological 'warfare' was not among the expectations. Li was not that knowledgeable where magic was concerned, so he wouldn't put the two together as being possibly related. However, if they were, what was the goal? Nothing seemed to link together, at least not in his eyes. But then, again, he did not know much of the magical world. And with what affected him, there was little brain power to contemplate it.
It had been a good long while since Li had been human. It had been a good long while since his body was weak to pathologic means. Those sensations were, however, returning. He had always been someone that ate a lot. When he was human, and nothing more, he was fat. When he was turned, that weight quickly dropped away, as the boisterous romps of activity worked it off. And no matter how much he ate, he could not gain that weight back. Not that he had wanted to, but it was still odd and an unaccustomed recourse that he not gain weight. And now, even more so than was normal even for a Lycanthrope, he inhaled food. He drank lots and lots of tea, was cooking around the clock, and filling that kitchen with heat from the oven, on top of the heat from the normal summer days. Even with a day filled with rain, the heat did not break. 90-degree weather, oven on all day cooking dumplings, treats, and the stove constantly heating up water for tea, and still, he felt as if he were freezing.
He was on his fourth pot of tea when he finally listened to the others of the Maul. He may not have lived with them at the home Johnathan had set up for the Maul, but he still had constant contact with them all. He would finally bite the bullet, and call Mairead, the Witch of the Maul, for the aide he was told she could give him. He had no idea what her skills or talents were, he had no idea what it was that was necessary to treat this condition he was in, nor did he have any clue what it was exactly that she could do for him. Still, he invited her over.
Seated within his living room, upon a couch, huddled up in the corner of it, he waited for her arrival. His front door was unlocked, she could just walk right on in when she got there, but then that was normal for him. Neighbors had often said he was too trusting of the people of the neighborhood. Still, he did not change his ways. And so, he simply sat and waited, sipping his tea, and munching on dumplings, to keep his energy up. It was a constant struggle, as it seemed like on top of it all, he was on the verge of passing out from weariness.