[center][h1][i][b][color=A52A2A]Dremmick Valswei[/color][/b][/i][/h1][/center]
[hr]
	Dremmick looked to Connie as she took care of the bandit girl. With a sigh he nodded to what Connie said, [color=A52A2A]"Alright...let me see her,"[/color] no mood to argue or chat. The whole situation pissed him off. The mission was a wreck, they had almost lost their lives, and he felt like he was babysitting.
        Dremmick slowly walked up and crouched down on his haunches, looking directly into Siiga's eyes. She was stronger than he thought. Most people would have been dead from a strike like that, and looking at it now, it seems like he missed her heart by a fraction. [color=A52A2A]'I got sloppy,'[/color] he thought to himself. If it was an even stronger opponent, a slip up like that could cost lives including his own. He held his right arm up and started to heal the girl,[color=A52A2A] "Don't make me regret this. You so much as breath the wrong way I [i]will not[/i] hesitate to kill you. But if you wish to leave, I will not stop you."[/color] as he healed her, his arm started to dim a bit more. When finished, he used the rest to heal any of Connie's injuries, dispersing any leftover instead of healing himself as he was still fine after he took the potion. He then walked off a few paces and started to re-wrap his arm. [color=A52A2A]"When you are ready, Constance, we need to meet up with Mason and our little 'relic' as soon as possible. I can grapple us out of here instead to save time,"[/color] he finished, jerking a thumb to the hole in the ceiling.