Faolan nodded at Aurel's explanation. He didn't know what the last word meant, but he could tell that it had something to do with the boy's throat or chest because of the way he glanced down when he said it. He was about to clarify when he heard Lucien stirring. 

He looked over to the Nephilim and gently shook his head, his expression tight. [color=a36209]"Boy's not feeling well. What does 'krank' mean?"[/color] his accent made his German sound absurd, but he knew Lucien would understand him, he always did.

[color=burlywood]"It means ill, or.. nauseous, depending on use."[/color] Lucien said, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.

[color=a36209]"Mmm..."[/color] Faolan said, now certain that he was correct about the boy's condition. As Lucien joined him in a crouching position in front of the boy, Faolan leaned back to whisper in his ear, [color=a36209]"Sílim go bhfuil sé as an alcól .... tarraingt siar."[/color]