Mesaraih looked over at Tal. "We can only go deeper in at this point," he said, then, in a brighter tone, added, "Who knows? We might find a shopkeeper in here somewhere. I hear there's all sorts of raving lunatics that made the Deep Roads their home."<br/><br/>He frowned when Ester spoke, wishing she hadn't seen the blood on his hand. "Yeah, I know your spell isn't enough. I was actually about to ask you to take it away. It's getting annoying for me to feel like I'm a constant drain on your energy, and Valehna's, every time I need a little healing. I'll just let the thing heal on its own, I'll be fine. Time heals all wounds and that sort of shite," he said, waving a hand dismissively.<br/><br/>He focused on Ester more closely when she said he could help, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Well that sounds a little ominous," he said. "If you want to help I'm not opposed, but only if you can do it without exerting yourself. Like I said, I don't want to be the reason one of you guys is fainting."<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">Valehna took a couple of deep breaths, then pushed herself up onto her feet again. She began walking towards the others, taking a seat against on one of the broken pillars. "All these crazy fights we've gotten in," she said. "I honestly don't know how we're still alive. It's a closer and closer call every time."</span>