Chrrou seems slightly discomfited by further talk in nutrion 'trade', and Rihyan's idle query on the subject goes unanswered. Indeed, the mousefolk's attention is occupied elsewhere, squinting at the new, well-dressed acquaintances of the dragonfolk and centaur. Noting the enchantment, he keeps it as one more thing to bear in mind as he blinkingly turns when Sen calls. "What? ...Oh. Poison? Do you think so?" Turning and pulling at his garb and his armor to better expose the wound, the mouse grimaces, adding only, "It just wouldn't stop bleeding... twisted. It didn't feel like poison to me."<br/><br/>Visibly detached from the conversation with the locals, the druid broods and holds still until he jumps a little in catching Rihyan's gaze and the thanks that follow. "Oh! ...You needn't mention. It hardly needs said that without your heroics, we might have fared far worse. We all do what best we can..."