[center][color=6ecff6][h3]G A B R I E L[/h3][/color][/center]

Gabriel clutched at his throat as the dust exploded outwards from the cat, a violent coughing fit wracking his body. His eyes water, and he sneezes repeatedly, each expulsion of air accompanied by a rattling wheeze. 

The dust stung his lungs more than even the most wretched and cheap ale he'd ever had the displeasure to partake in, and he felt a strange, prickly sensation spreading through his system. After a moment, the worst of the coughing abated, leaving him breathless and gasping for air. 

The bard wiped his streaming eyes, Gabe's face pale and drawn. "[color=6ecff6]By the gods...that was close.[/color]" he croaked exasperatedly, voice thick with phlegm and eyes watery having to blink several times before he could take his clenched hands from his sides and went to give Aurora an affirming squeeze on the shoulder as thanks and also a gut feeling of a kind hopefully she didn't fret over having accidentally caused him and the other woman Rearden their short-lived malady.

Though he still felt like shit he offered the elf a friendly smile "[color=6ecff6]Oi, Rory? Let's just make it a point to maybe not touch a witches more than likely dangerous objects shall we? That thing was filled to the brim with a kind of magic powder that causes...Well choking and sneezing.[/color]" he explained, though it was pretty obvious there wasn't much complexity to it. 

But he jokingly chided Aurora, gesturing to the cat "[color=6ecff6]At the very least we now know that this place is probably filled with that sort of crap, [/color]" he was laying it on a bit thick for the moment, realizing he might sound like he was mocking her he shook his head "[color=6ecff6]Ah sorry, was just trying to brighten the mood...No apologies are necessary from you milady, accidents happen no need to fret over it.[/color]"