In the alleyway, Fendros could hardly think. He felt as much like screaming and running as he felt as though he was going to throw up. Even in the clearer air and space, he could hardly breathe. He stood fairly still with Ahnasha's arm around him, his eyes wide and looking at one of the grey walls either side of them. Ahnasha's eyes caught his gaze, though, and he took a minute to slow his breathing and his heart rate. For all the times that Fendros had attempted to calm Ahnasha after one of her nightmares, she was still capable of doing the same for him. For a moment he smiled gratefully at Ahnasha, despite some of the nausea remaining.

The rest of the pack were waiting patiently and some were looking sympathetically as well, but now that he had his wits back, Fendros felt rather humiliated. It was just a painted box with some liver, tripe, and intestines in it. It was nothing he hadn't seen before. Why was it something so harmless that made him panic? Was it because he had not been taking the remedy as recommended? He frowned and began to feel suddenly very tired and frustrated with himself.

"Alright, I think I'm okay now. I apologise." Fendros said, rubbing his forehead with his fingers. He turned to the rest of the pack, "I actually think I need to go and lie down. I'll head back to the inn. Janius knows his way around." Even though Fendros was well aware that no one would believe him to be unwell physically, he hoped they would be understanding enough to know what was going through his mind.

Janius angled his head, "Well, okay. Are you sure you don't want to have a look around the rest of the city with us? You might feel better once we get out of the crowds."

"I'm quite sure, thank you, Janius." Fendros put up a hand reassuringly.

"Very well. The apothecary is nearby, I think the next destination in our tour will be the arena district. We don't have to go and see a fight, but the building is still impressive. Shall we move on?"