((ooc-- sounds good!  I will amend the earlier post to show that she gave Morgan the antidote despite her protests))<br/><br/>The barbarian hoists her axe and thrashes her way through the undergrowth, chasing the sand devil for a few meters before screaming in defiance.  "Yeah?!  Well-- next time, bring more snakes!  You hear me?  Bring more snakes!"  Her whole body shudders then, and with heaving shoulders she lets her axe hang at her side.  Her voice loses all its bluster.  "<em>Oh shit... Oh, by all the bloody hells, don't let him bring more snakes.  Oh please no more fucking snakes...</em>"  She staggers her way back to the place where the other two women are recovering, then tries to force some swagger back to her walk.  "That thing... he'll think twice next time, right?  Ha... the crazy... knife-thing... with two heads... oooooh shit."<br/><br/>Stopping suddenly to catch her breath, the elf curses softly under her breath for a few more seconds.  "What... did you..?  Did you mean that before?"  she tilts her face and closes her eyes to clear her head.  "You and... me?"  she pauses for a moment to study the healer, who-- well, naked, pale, and alluring in that way that humans can be-- seems quite alright on her own for a moment.  She turns to Morgan and reaches with one hand to test the wound on her cheek.  "Damnable thing... that snake, I mean."  She wipes her forehead with the back of her gauntleted hand, accidentally leaving a red smear over her tattooed forehead.  "We... well, let's decide what to do about her, first.  Do you need me to carry you..?"