"I'll be fine," Fendros waved off the potions after Lorag's explanation.

"Yeah, I'll live too," Janius said. Although, he gave a look at Kaleeth's abdomen, and then peered up at her eyes. "You ought to have something for that gash there, Kaleeth."

"Either way, I doubt we've seen the last of Do'rhajul, Spellbreaker, or that gas." Fendros sighed deeply. "I just hope that they don't have the gas elsewhere. We've already lost enough friends today." He rubbed at his forehead, remembering. "I'd hate to compound bad news, but it may have slipped Sabine's mind that Do'ajee didn't make it, either. It..." Fendros took a breath as the images came to mind. "It was the burning oil at the entrance to the keep. Ra'kalesh was caught in it as well, but he survived. I can't imagine how he felt."

Sabine spoke up again, trying to ignore her shortfall in her recount. "I can heal you if you want," she said to no one in the pack in particular, though she looked at Ahnasha's arm and Kaleeth's middle with some concern.