Leonce nodded, looking quite worried. "Sir Korlash, if you don't mind my asking... Could I use one of your blades?" He gestured to the small dagger at his hip, his smile bashful. "I don't think I'll be doing much with this, if that is the size of this forest's insects." The elf was driven, and Leo followed without comment for a bit. Eventually, after watching Korlash pushing through, but with obvious pain and stumbling, he felt the need to speak.

"I... I apologize for saying so, and I do understand what is at stake... But truly, sir, don't you think you should return to your lady love in one piece?" He gestured to Korlash's leg. It had a wealth of scratches on it, and was starting to look nasty. Of course it had been broken, too, and barely had time to heal. "I mean, if I must carry you and an antidote out of here, then I will do so. But I cannot help you when your lady yells at you when you are all... hurt." He chuckled softly.

"I have never seen it directly, but the older knights, the ones back home who have wives... the wives worry." His grin was almost infectious, despite the dangerous territory. "And no one wants to cross a woman who can tame a broadsword wielding knight."