[h3][color=bedded][b][center] Thomas Richard Harrison [/center][/b][/color][/h3]
[center][indent][color=bedded][i]Location:[/i][/color] The Socratic Cave.
[color=bedded][i]Interacting with:[/i][/color] One Hell of a party.[/indent][/center]

It could have gone better. Much better. Or much worse. It appeared Thomas' attempt to help was honestly inept at best. Or rather since he's not quite proficient in the medical arts, this was not part of his magical education. That being said, an attempt was better than none or at least in his mind at the time. Against perhaps the wisdom or aloofness that Star phase would have brought or the shyness Moon Phase would have brought. It would seem, Sun phase was lacking in better judgment. To which what was done was done, and no one had chance to stop him before it was too late. Strange that no one had tried, perhaps everyone was just adjusting to their battle roles from earlier. One that, Thomas could contribute little to unless people wanted to end up being caught in the very spells he used against the enemies. Which to be fair was very hard to with all the melee combatants. 

But it seems the fates were kind to Sana, as the fluids rolled down, trickling like envious death down into her airways. Sure some did manage to go down the esophagus, minding the viscosity and specific gravity of a thick fluid, but that alone did not stop the glottis from being open and gravity to slowly roll the potion down her bronchus. And those cartilaginous  rings which made soft noises as Thomas felt them at this fingertips, having attempted to manipulate them out of the way of the fluid's roll. Alas, nothing seemed to help regardless and suddenly everyone was interested in Sana who presently began to cough up and choke on the emerald potion.

Well that was a relief, Thomas didn't accidentally kill her. Then again only half the party seemed to understand what was going on, and said half was all gathered around Sana. Including Thomas, Kyra, Satilla, Keystone, and animals. The others, well they seemed to be around. Oh and Sana was still choking on something as the fluid reached her lungs. A case of accidental pulmonary edema from 100mls of potion, split between its actual intended target and the lungs. Although should it reach all the way to the level of the alveoli, Sana would not be in the best of shape even with her consciousness partially restored, and the potion kicking up her sympathetic to paradoxically causing an amount of distress given her current state of respiratory distress. Fortunately the ventilation perfusion mismatch seemed to be in relative balance given that she had not completely expired by now, but these precious seconds tick away as Thomas slowly backed away, letting Satilla and Keystone, and Kyra take over. He's probably done enough.

[color=bedded]"Oh No, I'm sorry I didn't mean to... I...[/color] Yes, clearly Thomas wasn't really winning anyone over, not after two escapades. [color=bedded]"I was just trying to help I..."[/color] Maybe he was better off making himself scarce. They were about three breaths short of gutting Thomas right now out of righteous fury. They were probably better off without him. Most likely, they didn't seem to need an offensive spellcaster. No they had enough utility casters, the group dynamics made it apparent. Thomas was the odd one out, and thus, he made his mind to just... Leave before things get worse.

[color=bedded]"I'm sorry, I really am, I... I should just go... I'm sorry everyone... I'll... I'll leave the group immediately... I'm sorry... It was an accident..."[/color] Backing out of the circle towards the ice wall which prevented him from leaving just so. A solar flare spell would probably be able to melt this wall down. And thus with a movement of his hand Thomas prepared his third to last spell of the day...