"Another mage, why am I not surprised." thought Jameson. He looked on as Regina performed her magic on Ivan's leg, the pain seemed to have been soothed and Jameson felt a slight relief knowing that she meant no harm, for now... However Ivan was still visibly sick, and Jameson winced at the sight of him puking his guts out on the floor. "Well that just ruined my appetite, but I'm glad you got it all out" said Jameson as he turned and slowly walked away from the scene, as tough as he is, Jameson couldn't stand the sight of vomit as it made him nauseous. 

Jameson took a seat close to Baldur to empty his mind of that gross scenario. Then he turned to Baldur, and said in a quiet tone so as not to be overheard by the others, "Look Baldur, I can tell that you're not really fond of us, but we can all agree that we wanna get to the north alive and whole. Seems like the both of us are the only ones not distracted by the kid, and you're the expert in magic here, so tell me, what's going on here?".