Calvin startled slightly at Cyriana's sudden outburst, reaching toward her instinctively as she clutched her head, but then paused, uncertain what to actually do to help her. He glanced over at Straw, thinking perhaps the more experienced adventurer might know what to do.  But the boy's glance went unnoticed as Straw was staring at the elf and at the eye covering, his brow furrowed deeply with worry.  

Was it wise, he wondered to himself, to continue their journey?  Would the dracolich spirit alert the elf to the dangers ahead?  Or even take matters into it's own hands if the elf was knocked unconscious? And if so, would that result in one of those lightening bolts finding him?  He swallowed hard at the thought.  But on the other hand... it could of great interest, and therefore value, to the drow.  In the end, the thought of the gold coins in his pocket outweighed the risk.  He would just need to warn Zarintra.

He cleared his throat.  "Sounds a boon overall to me," he commented.  "But is that what got you in trouble back in town?"