Going through her pockets and finally pulling out a sole vial of healing potion, the elven man uncorked the vial pouring its contents down her throat. Shivering, Valen felt the effect flow through her, wondering what to expect from what lay ahead but not wanting to leave Sharille out there alone. Instead of pausing to think more on it, as soon as the pain was mediated by the potion Valen got on her feet to follow.<br/><br/>"Mmh... don't count me out just yet." Valen smiled, nodding his head. "We'll finish this together, friend." He walked along after Sharille, careful but trying to keep up and stick to the shadows a bit, not as graceful as before but nothing a little rest wouldn't cure, he sword to himself. It had to be pretty light, or he wouldn't have been able to stand on the foot.<br/><br/>Nonetheless, the elf turned dryad did not have the slightest intent on leaving his halfling friend alone to face the dangers there. Whether he was a she at that moment or not, Valen wanted to stand by her companions.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Remembering him spending some of his coin at the start of the journey at the troubled town to acquire a healing potion, scrolls and the strange potion. Well, hopefully I recall wrong, I thought so but am not 100% sure. Nonetheless, if I recall wrong, please have it just be him mistaking the other potion for healing potion and gulping that down instead, but believing it helped so he is up on his feet again though.</div></div>