Octavia's eyes followed Pox as he did his work, watching in mild amusement as he did this and that, no doubt very much experienced with his actions as a healer.  She had nearly jumped in surprise when he suddenly raised her ankle to strike a defensive pose, but before she could get a chance to react, he apologized sincerely for prying — not that she had considered it to be prying in the first place. Octavia raised her eyebrow, before a grin consumed the lower half of her face. His intimidating exterior was far-removed from his jovial nature, and she broke into a hearty laugh.  [color=green]"I'd like to help you too if you don't mind. We are comrades after all. No point in suffering when you've got a doctor on command. We're expensive,"[/color] Pox joked. His genuine display of concern compelled Octavia to open up a little. Maybe it was his gentle nature and easygoing personality that drew people toward trusting him. "[color=6ecff6]Then if you don't mind, I'll be taking advantage of your free services,[/color]" she shot back with a wry smile. "[color=6ecff6]I'll be in your care,[/color]" she said, before thanking him and accepting his outstretched hand. Octavia rose up and dusted the sand off her clothes. Her body noticeably felt lighter, maybe it was the vial he had given her. [color=green] "Shouldn't be much longer until we're done with this." [/color] Octavia couldn't see the face he was making beneath the mask, but she imagined he would be smiling. "[color=6ecff6]I hope so. The last week has been too hot for my liking, albeit ludicrous if I have to admit,[/color]" she frowned, before they marched toward the entrance of the tomb. 

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Octavia noticed that Pox had felt the same way she did. It was the smarter choice to leave and go back home; they couldn't afford to have any casualties. However, everyone seemed set on their decisions to continue. Wordlessly, Octavia obliged, but a bad premonition gnawed at her gut.

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