Lucien was quick on his feet as he heard that the boy wasn't feeling well. At Faolan's words, he glanced over to him, his worry reflected clearly in his eyes. He crouched next to Faolan as he responded to his question, attention now on the child who was tightly bundled in blankets. 

There was a small surge of anger as Faolan explained what he thought was happening. He was familiar with withdrawals, as it was something he had seen plenty of times in the past. Some people had even come to him to attempt to get it healed. He remembered that Faolan had told him he smelled alcohol when they had first met the child but.. to think he had been given so much that it would have reached this point. No child should have ever had to experience this. 

[color=burlywood]"Can I help you sit up? Faolan told me you're feeling unwell, I wish to help you."[/color] He told him in German. The boy nodded slowly, and sat up a little. He could tell he was a bit sweaty, and his face was flushed. Some snakes moved out of the way as the boy fully sat up. He hadn't rushed him, as sudden movements might make his nausea worse. After asking for permission, Lucien checked his temperature, and he confirmed the boy had a fever. Before knowing how to proceed, he'd want to know exactly what they were dealing with here. 

[color=burlywood]"How often do you feel this way?"[/color] He asked him. 

[color=#a7d3d4]"Usually.. during our travels.. during our performance stops Johan would give me something to drink to make it go away.. said it was medicine.. it did help.."[/color] The boy responded. 

Lucien tensed slightly, trying to hold back his anger at the boy's response. Had that ringleader knowingly gave the boy alcohol even though he knew he was becoming addicted to it? He was afraid of the answer, but decided to ask anyway. He needed to know how long this had been happening.

[color=burlywood]"This.. medicine how long have you been taking it?"[/color] 

[color=#a7d3d4]"About... a year I think? It helped.. to stay calm.."[/color] The boy shifted uncomfortably as he spoke, it was clear he didn't to talk about this anymore. The response only angered him further, but he tried his best to keep his expression clear. 

[color=burlywood]"I see..."[/color] How much had this child actually endured in that terrible place? He.. simply didn't want to imagine it. He pulled back, not wanting to make the boy more uncomfortable with his questions, before turning to Faolan and explaining what he had been told. 

[color=burlywood]"Do you think I should heal it?"[/color] He asked him. The last thing he wanted was to make the boy suffer, but he wasn't sure if it would be a permanent solution if alcohol was something his body was used to receiving. One time most likely would not be enough.