Darius felt lost. He'd gone to dip a toe into the lake, and six grown men had picked him up and heaved him into the deepest part with no warning. He took the doup quite happily though. It smelled wonderful, and was the first bit of normalcy since they had left the leatherworker. It was slightly spicy, and contained large chinks of tender meat. He didn't ask what it was for fear of the actual answer, but if he had to guess at it, goat would have been his. When the woman exited the tent once more, Darius set his then-empty bowl aside and watched her suspiciously.<br/><br/>The only real response that Darius showed to the accusations that the shamanistic woman made was a raised eyebrow. He'd heard that those that lived in the mountains had hidden talents, but had he known how accurate their predictions could have been he likely would have visited them sooner.<br/><br/>"So I'm broken? I don't... Fine. As long as this is fixed."<br/><br/>He was in over his head, and he damn well knew it. Another thing he knew, is that he was getting sick and fucking tired of being cut without his consent. Catching Gwen's look, Darius simply nodded. If something didn't happen soon, there was no telling what the welled up power inside him would do. Turning back to the three, he nodded. "Let's get on with it. I have things to do yet."<br/><br/>Cleo positioned herself between her brothers, and neatly dipped two fingers into each bowl. It was a little gruesome, but to either side, she dragged two lines down each of Gwen and Darius' face with the other's blood. All the while, she was beginning to mutter to herself. The low timber that her voice took on was disconcerting as she continued. Anno neatly poured the contents of his bowl into his brothers, and then his brother poured back into his. Back and forth the pair went, eventually joining their sister in the strange, gutteral tongue. The marks on Darius' face began to tingle. Insistently, Anno passed the bowl to Darius with a nod near on five minutes later. Darius drank deeply and tried not to gag at the coppery taste of blood mixed with gods knew what else. He passed the bowl to Gwen.<br/><br/>As soon as she took it, Darius had to wrap his arms around his chest. The world was spinning, and his torso felt like it was on fire. The tiny ring of gold that encircled his irises flooded inwards.<br/><br/>Anno's brother giggled as he watched. The only thing Darius could think of at that was point was that grown men really shouldn't giggle. "You cracked damn. We break down rest."<br/><br/>Reaching over, Darius dug ins fingers into Gwen's leg. It sure as hell felt like a damn had broken. Where there was once a well of power that seemed to ripple now and again, it felt like a river had torn loose inside his body.<br/><br/>"Drink, girl." Cleo intoned, trying to prompt movement. "Drink and hold on tight."