<span style="color: #00FF00">Valehna's thoughts briefly drifted to the Grey Wardens. Supposedly the only ones capable of ending a blight. From what she knew of past blights, none had ever been defeated without a lot of death and destruction. She didn't know if this one would be any different, but she hoped that it was.<br/><br/>She turned back to Tal as he mentioned Ester and Mesaraih. "That's a good question," she responded. "I've been wondering the same thing myself. Something is clearly off about them... it's like they're speaking in code all the time now. I think they're hiding something from us, I just don't know if it's bad. It seemed to have started after that night they took watch..." she trailed off, her mind considering the possibilities. A ridiculous notion sprang to mind.<br/><br/>"You don't think they...?" she began, then shook her head. "No, no way. That would be crazy."</span><br/><br/>Mesaraih let go of Ester as she began working her spell. Dark red energy, blood, swirled around her and then onto his chest. He felt the blood clot, then the wound began closing up. It was a strange feeling, as it felt good to have his wound healed, but the blood magic had an uncomfortable sort of tinge to it, though that could have been his mind making him think it. Everyone always spoke about the horrors of blood magic, but in this instance it seemed to be helping. He did not appreciate the fact that Ester had to hurt herself to do it, however.<br/><br/>"Yeah," he said, a bit shaken after the spell was done. "It worked." He touched his chest, then moved his arms about to pull on the muscles in it, just to test it out. He was completely back to normal. He looked back up at Ester and noticed how dazed she seemed. In a couple of seconds, he had pulled over the chair behind the table and put it next to her so she could sit down on it. One hand went around her waist to make sure she wouldn't fall.<br/><br/>"You could have told me, you know..."