The room the pair had previously stood in was now empty, apart from a small blood trail that showed where the Dwarves had ran off to. Ester wondered how far the leader would manage before he bled out - unless they had a camp not far away, he might just make it in that case. She looked down at her own hand, pressing her finger into the bandage until she felt a burning sensation. She hoped it didn't become infected, that would just make her look stupid. She didn't quite know how the spell she'd used work, was an infection possible?<br/><br/>When she heard Mesaraih's voice she sighed, keeping her back to him. "I don't want your water." She stated as she crossed her arms.<br/><br/>Tal rolled his shoulders around and shook his arms and legs until feeling returned to them. By this point Valehna was sat on the ground, her hands glowing green. He was unsure whether to approach her or not, perhaps she wanted to be left alone. He sat down opposite her, making his presence known without actually bothering her. If she wanted to talk, he would listen.<br/><br/>His eyes briefly glanced at where Mesaraih and Ester had ran off to. He would have gone after them, if he wasn't so concerned with what Valehna might do if she was left alone. The team breaking up was definitely not what they all needed.