Ithalin nodded as she spoke, and checked his arm out of instinct, thinking he would need to remove his gauntlet and vambrace, before quickly realizing he was only wearing his leather jerkin. Frowning momentarily in the disappointment of having 'lost' his armor, he returnted his attentions to Hermesia just as she was sticking her fingers down her throat. Raising his brow in a mixture of interest and confusion, he watched as the woman attempted to force herself to retch. When she didn't, he leaned down a bit further out of instinct, trying to examine closer this girl who seemed terribly adept at forcing things into her throat.<br/><br/>When her fingers emerged coated in some kind of slime, be began to sniff, much like when he had assaulted her with his nose only minutes before, and grinned. He unfolded his arms and allowed his one to be guided by her amusingly tiny hands, small relative to the trunks of flesh they were handling. The feeling of the slime itself was not entirely unpleasant, if a bit unexpected. In fact, to him it felt much like his own necrotic mending magics, with the warmth they brought to his cold vessel.<br/><br/>He shuddered as the first droplets were absorbed. This first quiver was soon followed by another, and another, as every muscle in his body seemed to begin to tense and release at once. His mouth opened wordlessly as his lips formed soundless speech, eyes alternating between staring at the woman infront if him and a point just beyond her. This seizure, the closest thing it could really be related to, lasted until the last of the slime absorbed into his body, at which point it abruptly stopped, Ithalin shaking his head as he looked at his arm where the 'medicine' had been applied. His gaze then shifted to Hermesia's, and his tongue regained its function.<span style="color: #ff0000">"Apologies,"</span>he said, his tone seeming more...cowed, than before.<span style="color: #ff0000">"Usually I am prepared for the relief. It is why I did not act like that when I struck the bag. Truthfully, I did not expect your salve to do anything."</span>Pulling himself back up to his full height, he left her arm in her grip, if she chose to do so.<span style="color: #ff0000">"While it was not nearly as filling as the true thing, it was...enough. Like poking a man with hot knives."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>