"Eh, its not 'Wailers', its..." Dremmick waved his hand dismisively, Guy probably knew it wasn't wailers and could care less, "Nevermind, let me see him." He checked Red over. It seemed that he was lethargic due to lack of magic energy, though seemingly harmless, it was a serious matter, almost deadly. He pulled out a small bottle and a piece of paper with an insignia on it. He set the piece of paper on Red's sternum and placed both hands on top of him. "He's dangerously low on magic energy. using the spell on this paper I can deposit some of my own energy into him." Dremmick unleashed some power through his arms donating the energy into him. "And this," he added, refering to the bottle, "Is smelling salts to wake him, mind the nose, its potent," he finished pulling the muffler up to his nose. He uncorked the bottle and waved it in front of Red's nose before capping it back off again. When he rose, he removed the paper from Red, and the bandages at the palms of his hands were red.