[center][IMG]https://i.imgur.com/Uww0OJB.gif[/IMG][/center] [hr] [@HowlsOfWinter] Pox stepped back letting Gwen pass, going back to the group back in the tomb in a hurry, his mask nodded quickly. He was submissive to his superior, perhaps a bit too eager to please and do as he was instructed. [color=green]"Of course Mistress Gwen."[/color] he said, giving her a step of birth before passing her and making his way to Octavia. He gave her a few feet of room as he went to he knees in a kneel, his hand setting to his pouches that lay on his apron while his other went for his hat. He began to woft it in her direction, just to give her a little bit of breeze. He was still concerned with the heat. She complained of a headache, and Pox knew there was more to it than that, but he wasn't going to pry. It was neither the time nor the place to find out secrets. He just needed to make sure she was okay, that was the most important thing in the world right now. [color=green]"Here Salix Alba extract. It helps with headaches and pain. Chew on that." It was a tiny vial of what looked like, plant fibers. It would be rough like bark, but eventually it would soften. She then complained of ankles being hurt. Something Pox treated with equal importance. He slung himself over, just to be able to reach her ankle. He inspected it, scratching his beak a moment. [color]"Bit of bruise on the muscle and youre getting a blister from your footwear. You're right, its the sand. Dreadful stuff. If I may?"[/color] He laid his gloved hands on her ankle, a soft light emitting from them as he attempted just a quick bit of magic to repair internal damage. [color=green]"My bandages are made of wool weave, it might be a bit more cushion for them if you want."[/color] Regardless, as he focused on his work, she would yawn and he took notice. [color=green]"I know it's not my business, but I notice you haven't been sleeping very well."[/color] He released her ankle in a very shocked defensive pose, raising them up as if he said something wrong. [color=green]"I know that sounds weird, but its my job to notice."[/color] He sounded quite sorry for talking about it. [Color=green]"But, just because, well, I know Lady Gwen is probably treating you at the moment, and I mean no disrespect, but if what she is attempting doesn't work. I'd like to help you too if you don't mind. We are comrades after all. No point in suffering when you got a doctor on command. We're expensive."[/color] He chuckled trying to joke. He released her foot. [color=green]"That should do it."[/color] He stood up in front of her, shaking the sand from his apron as he leaned over, offering her a hand to help her up. [color=green]"Looks like they're going to delve a little deeper. Shouldn't be much longer until we're done with this."[/color] He tilted his head, one could imagine he was smiling at her behind those green lenses. [hr] Pox grimaced as one by one everyone said they wanted to keep going even after the discovery of a second tragedy. Pox was mourning the dead, and the fact he wasnt going to win any bets, though thank goodness they decided against it last minute. Pox thought about the donkey he would never have. And then just to add insult to injury, the call was made to delve deeper, or go. Pox of course would say: Quest finished, lets go, its the healthier option. One by one, his companions agreed to go deeper. He raised his hands, looking nervous as he tried to stop one, then another, then another, until finally he lowered his beak in defeat. He raised his hand and in sadness he proclaimed. [color=green]"Lets keep going...."[/color]