He had kept a brave face on and tried to hide his weakness as best he could in front of his feathery companions. He still crouched over and gripped his stomach from time to time, so they already suspected he was not the healthiest he could be. They just didn’t know how bad. He had been an appreciable distance from the griffons when his body started to shake uncontrollably, his will barely keeping him together. He felt the bile rising up and his head spun. Hurriedly, he reached up to tug his helmet off as coughs started wracking his body and he retched. He just got it off just soon enough for him to spill his guts on the pine needles and dirt of the forest floor.