Peiter started to look away, almost involuntarily. "It probably would, were it not for the potions." He answered simply, and briefly. He did not even like to think about his injury, and had a hard time looking at it. It was difficult for him not to try and shut himself away from everyone else, and all the looks people gave him. They were constant reminders of his own suffering. It was only because it was Sabine that he was being at all social. 

"How many others are hurt? I remember the Champion looked very wounded when we were carrying her out." He asked. 

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Ma'tanza laughed, seeing Tzirret's question as a reminder of his tendency towards awkwardness. "No, don't worry. It's just that you've been busy enough running supplies and messages for the healers that we haven't been able to talk. Not about anything other than patients and potions. All of us are fine. S'nishi...she'll get better."

"Of course she will." Bheja sounded out from the other side of S'nishi. "Because my little kitten isn't going to let a few scratches keep her down." He said as he rubbed his hand under her chin.

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Meesei moved over slightly on the cart. "Myself and my healers were clever. We devised a treatment. Speaking of, if you find any parchment and ink, send it over to me. We discovered a new treatment for severe silver poisoning, so it would probably do well for me to write it down. Anyway, have a seat, you look like you could use the break."

Once more, Meesei started to look all around them. "Also, tell me if you see Ri'vashi anywhere. I have something of particular importance that I would like to ask her. Anyway, are you faring well, all things considered? How is your pack handling everything?"