'Wouldn't have been easier to get a bezoar?' The dragon tilted its head, watching. It was a known cure all, but the dragon didn't know how far the poison had gone, nor had he seen the blackening of the veins on her arm. The dragon watched, looking worried as he got sick after helping to draw that poison out. 'I should have given her time to heal...how long do you think she'll be out?' The dragon seemed to watch the witch slightly, though she was soon sitting up, her head pounding a bit. "Ragnar, I swear..." She grumbled, the change of location not registering with her yet.