"We're going to have to make the time, then." Maia replied as she gave the fellow's hands another tender squeeze. "He'll only be able to keep this down for so long without aid. But until then..." She looked to Celeste, "Do you know any spells that can toughen his skin or control his shape until we get back to your camp? He doesn't deserve this. I don't think anyone does." Though a part of her still felt agitated and distrustful of the guards, she doubted she could ever be angry and hateful enough to wish her curse on another.<br/><br/>She released his hands and leaned over him to speak soothingly by his ear. "We're going to get you some help. You'll beat this, I'm sure of it." She didn't want to think of what they'd have to do if he couldn't hold it together. The Shory woman looked to the guard captain. "You should probably take his load off of him for the rest of his trip. If his form shifts, he'll not be able to hold onto it anyway. Or worse, he might get choked or strangled by it."<br/><br/>Maia moved away from the men to let them do that and to listen and look around in the case that there were more of her cursed people roaming nearby. She shook her head as she mulled over it, "<em>They shouldn't be this far from the city. Unless they...no.</em>" They couldn't have followed her, could they? She looked back to the others. "With luck, there won't be anymore of my, well... My people this far out."