Keirus had spent a while looming about the outskirts of the village, studying the people who occupied the place. He'd seen no sign of a healer, but could acknowledge that there was still a possibility. However, his constitution had grown steadily weaker lately, and now he was feeling exhausted. Exerting himself resulted in dizziness, and a loss of vision, which led to his decision to head back to the lake. After all, he knew where to find it, and there was plenty for him to drink his fill.<br/><br/>It had taken him longer to travel to the lake than it did to reach the village. Mostly because he had to meander his way through the easiest path. The lake was within sight, for he was sitting at the edge of the treeline. Only one thing kept him from moving forward, and it was that those humans he'd seen before were now at the lake. They were a good distance from him, but he was still cautious. He was only able to identify them by their scent, for the injuries had been progressively taxing his vision. After pondering for a few moments, he tightened the grip on his equipment, and silently crept away from the woods. He wasn't going to purposely bring attention to himself, but if they noticed, then he'd deal with the situation as it unfolded. Regardless of whether or not they were hostile, his body needed water.<br/><br/>Upon reaching the edge of the lake, he set his gear beside him. Turning his head toward the water, he quietly began to lap, feeling slightly invigorated as the cool liquid ran down his throat.