For some reason, Elle was feeling strangely… light headed? Not in the way that signaled dehydration or hunger. No, this felt different, but at the same time familiar. It didn't make any sense, but she had a sort of buzz, the kind she got if she drank too much. But that wasn't right, she hadn't had any ale or anything of that sort. Although, the air did smell strangely of a brewery that featured a smelter full of iron. She had absolutely no idea where it came from. Maybe it was like those voices she had heard and she really was just going crazy.

Now, I think it might be important to point out that Eilonwy has an extremely low alcohol threshold. She's a lightweight and then some and can handle about as much as a twelve year old. It doesn't help that she's 5'2 and her mother had an intolerance to it. If it's a strong brew, she doesn't even have to drink it for it to give her a buzz, smelling it is enough. There was one time she was in a tavern with a couple friends and she barely made it through half a regular sized glass of wine before feeling not only drunk, but sick too. She wouldn't really have minded too much, except for the fact she was an honest mopey drunk and was no fun in such a state. Or very intuitive for that matter. 

The Breton scrunched her lightly freckled nose at Nil when he tried to get up, putting a hand on his arm to stop him, "You should probably rest for a moment. You'll be fine in a few minutes," she said, her words ever so slightly slurred, standing up and kicking the bloody rags to the side. She didn't comment on the strange smell on the air because she was still convinced that this place was really affecting her brain. She wanted to ask him about her encounter with the dragon runes, at least, that's what she guessed they were, but she didn't think he would have much to say about it or think she was going crazy. She decided to keep it to herself for the time being. 

Now, she was walking, a little sluggishly, to one of the tables to inspect one of the ancient, dusty vases. She brushed the loose grime off of it, checking for cracks, and surprisingly, finding none. She knelt down by the stream that trickled through a smooth, rocky bed, only to be lost underground somewhere that she couldn't see. When dipped in the water, the vase revealed itself to be a handsome blue color, now free of dirt. While she was there, she rubbed all of the blood off of her hands and any that and run down her arms before bringing the water back to Nil so he wouldn't have to move. A wound like that, no matter how many healing potions he had, was going to need some time to close up properly so it wouldn't tear and become ugly again.