Latagu had a fit of smokey coughs, once they subsided he gritted his teeth, the pain was immense, it felt like he was on fire from head to toe. "Latagu..." He was going to argue, but the pain was so bad he couldn't get more than one word out. So holding her hand he reluctantly drained mana as he used to from his mentor in their training. The pain being lessened to more tolerable levels he stopped draining her mana. He then started doing his own tribal chanting to the washcloth dipped in his herbs as well as the tea, there was something different about his chant and seemed to really aid in the process. He then stopped, seeming drained and he gasped out, "Latagu... take drink... it ready."