<span style="color: #FF0000">Fenharel blinked as he heard a voice calling out to him. But no... there were multiple voices calling out to him. Most were calm, promising to soothe his pain if he joined them, and his body was so sore that he didn't see the point in refusing. But there was another voice, harsher and just as loud despite sounding oddly muffled. It wasn't like the others, and it made him doubt himself as he pushed his hand deeper into the water. His skin felt rejuvenated for a moment before he was tugged upwards and away from the water. He struggled for a bit before finally tearing his eyes away and looking up at Tasia.<br/><br/>"I... think I'm okay. That was... I kind of just want to sleep..." he trailed off, walking clumsily behind Tasia. Ellaria put his arm around her shoulder and helped him join the others. He was having trouble remembering what he was doing in this strange place.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #40FF00">Ellaria slapped a poultice onto the side of Fenharel's head, hoping that medicine for hallucinations would help clear his mind a little. In his state, he didn't look like he could be a lot of help.</span>