Cyro looked at him in utter confusion. "Bezoar? What the fucking hell is bezoar?" He said in utter confusion. It might be a known cure all but not to Cyro. He didn't know much about herbal remedies and what not. "Wouldn't have done any good. The poison was already tainting her blood flow. Her blood veins were getting all black. She would've been dead in hours...if I hadn't...ugh I really am I monster." He buried his face in his hands. "I...don't like blood. Not trying to worry you little guy. I just...feel like one of THEM and...I had to do it or she'd have died." He glanced to Ragnar. "Does that...make me an evil person? To...extract the poison in its entirety like that?" He asked. Looking away and buried his face in his hands. "Not long...used a sort of speed up healing agent after getting the venom out...dear god..." He paled. "She has bite marks. I don't know how to heal that. They gonna kill me." He said with a gulping. Paling immensely. He peeked over the tips of his fingers. "Oh...good...you're alright." He said. Sweating a bit. "Kinda had a collision in the forest. You all better now and...you got control back before you passed out. And..." he swallowed and looked away. Looking further sick to his stomach the more he thought about it. "Please...don't kill me." he said in a soft voice. "I had to do it...to save your life." He said. "Ask the dragon. He was my witness." he said softly. Moving a hand and rubbed the little dragon's head. "Maybe I better just get out of here..." he said.