Mirada frowns, and follows him, unwilling to be put off that easily. While she doesn't hound him, she does provide a quite presence, in case he does need something. That, and it's growing late, so she was going to retire to their room, soon, anyway. She drops onto the bed, as he offers his arm, looking it over, and quickly pulling out her healer's kit, handing him a small vial. "I'm not certain, but this looks poisoned. Nothing deadly, from the looks of it, but nasty enough if left alone. Drink this, it'll help. At the very least, keep the swelling down." She washes and bandages the wound, as well, just to be on the safe side.<br/><br/>The night, otherwise, passes uneventfully, though he'll learn in the morning that, between the four of them, he'll get 450gp in coins and loose goods, and a +1 shortsword.