Jim smiled bitterly and shook his head. "I haven't recovered, I never will. My strength is a fraction of what it used to be. The infection it... ate all of the healing spells and got stronger the more they tried to heal me. Ras, before he sent us to our deaths on Outland did a quick once over which, I dunno, did something to the infection, but it left me strong enough to haul Britomart and her armor from the Dark Portal to a lake in Nagrand. After that though, I needed a walking stick if I was going to be up for more than an hour at a time."<br/><br/><span style="color: #b35900">"My bones are not thick, if they were I couldn't fly."</span>Her feathers ruffled a bit before the wind stopped hitting Britomart at all, allowing her to breathe freely.<span style="color: #b35900">"You are fine. I will protect Whisperia's mate."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>