"I'm Tal Vashoth because I left the Qun behind." Tal explained, "As for surviving this, I don't know. We seem to be just scraping by so far. It's this or waiting for the blight to take us though, right? The rest is down to the Grey Wardens, wherever they are." He smiled, trying to brighten the conversation a little. "We'll be fine."<br/><br/>The Qunari wasn't sure if the four of them would make it through the forest and find safety, but like he had said, they didn't have much choice. They could fight or die. He didn't know much about the Grey Wardens, just that they seemed to be the only ones who could end a blight.<br/><br/>"What do you think is up with.." He signalled to where Mesaraih and Ester had walked off to.<br/><br/>Ester looked him in the eye, realisation washing over her. No matter how he reacted now, it was too late, best to get the spell over with. She threw her head back and said something in Elven, holding her hand out so the blood poured from her gash. Dark wisps emerged from her wound and weaved their way around Mesaraih, focusing on his chest where his injury was. He would feel a tingling sensation as his wound healed. There would be no marks or scars, as if it never happened.<br/><br/>When the spell finished, the elf gasped, bringing her head forward and opening her eyes. "Did it work?" She asked, seemingly hazy as if she hadn't actually been present for any of the spell.