[ That poison, he knows, is not nearly enough to cause any major injury to Eseld. It was a paralyzing agent, at most, and he still had a vial of antibiotics, for what it was worth, so there was little to worry about. He could feel Eseld tense in pain, and that was good enough a reaction for now. Any more and the paladin would be truly concerned for Eseld's well-being. It wouldn't have been like the druid to show his pain unadulterated.
But show pain he did, and Torth feels a small bubble of guilt in his stomach. His voice lowers in volume, lightly tinged with remorse. ]
That isn't what I mean. I just...
[ He sighs quietly, careful not to jostle Eseld any further, and turns his sights on a small gathering of people in the distance. The survivors of the battle. So few in number -- less than a tenth of the camp's population. He hopes that's not all that's left of the living. He also hopes that Fable and Ouyang are among them. ]
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But show pain he did, and Torth feels a small bubble of guilt in his stomach. His voice lowers in volume, lightly tinged with remorse. ]
That isn't what I mean. I just...
[ He sighs quietly, careful not to jostle Eseld any further, and turns his sights on a small gathering of people in the distance. The survivors of the battle. So few in number -- less than a tenth of the camp's population. He hopes that's not all that's left of the living. He also hopes that Fable and Ouyang are among them. ]
We're almost there.