With Arco's intervention, Leo folded his hands together and lowered his brow, showing a facial expression that he should at least get a hint of. "With no offense intended, Paladin, I did not direct the question to you." Leo said with a slight undertone of annoyance. Regardless, Rye seemed willing to receive Leo's treatment for her throat. Before Leo could even begin, however, a woman in a bright red cloak entered the conversation. Presenting herself as an alchemist, righteous one at that. Leo just observed the others resolve the situation without offering his own cynical opinion of the alchemist's guild. During the talk, another dwarf burst in with a frantic manner. Leopold didn't really know what had happened, but it got rid of Caelyn for a while. [i]Good, maybe now I can concentrate.[/i]

Assuming that the situation with the alchemist guilder was resolved, Leo pointed his hand to the surface of the table. "Now then, Rye, if you could lie comfortably on your back for a moment, we can begin."

Leo started with a simple movement, facing his hands together and tensing his fingers, allowing his fingertips to face their opposite. Without a word, and with a face completely devoid of distraction, Leo brought his fingertips together and a soft white glow emanated from between each of them. He held his fingers together like that for a few more moments, closing his eyes for a few seconds as the glow became slightly brighter. Then, with a careful, deliberate movement, he moved his hands away from one another. The glow from where his fingertips had made contact extended and drew out into thin, shining, semi-corporeal threads that conjoined his fingertips. As he moved his hands further and further apart, the threads became finer, until they were impossible to focus on. At this point, Leo flattened one hand, and brought his other hand to a position over Rye's body. The flattened hand seemed to let go of the glowing threads, leaving them dangling from the fingers of his other hand. With steady eyes and a steadier hand, Leo contracted his fingers on the threaded hand until they were almost touching, then the threads began to be drawn toward's Rye's throat, looking like they were trying to pull Leo's hand in with them. As the threads pulled, Leo held his breath and carefully lowered his hand until the threads contacted the skin on Rye's throat, at which point their tips seemed to phase into her. It was no doubt a strange experience for Rye, who likely was feeling as if she wanted to break into a coughing fit, but couldn't quite manage to no matter whether she wanted to or not. "Try to hold still," Leo mumbled, not taking his eyes of the threads for a second. With the fingers of his other hand, he made tiny movements near to the thread. The threads made corresponding tiny flicks and movements at Leo's whim.

While the treatment lasted a full twelve minutes at least, during which Leo didn't stop to perceive anything other than his task, Rye would likely have started to feel a soothing relief in her throat from the second minute onwards. By the fifth minute, the tickling coughing feeling began to subside, and by the tenth minute the soreness was completely gone. There was, of course occasional tiny sharp pains in her throat during the process, the kind of sharp pain akin to stepping on a pointy seed. When Leo finished, he flattened the hand that held the threads and they all coursed into Rye's neck completely, their glow disappearing into her skin without leaving so much as a scar. With that, Leo took the hands away and shook them until they weren't so sore. "That was probably the smallest lattice I've ever had to manipulate." He commented to himself, before looking over to Rye directly, "Alright, how do you feel? Do you remember how to speak?"

Only now did Leo get distracted. It was a woman with beautiful blonde curls and a revealing garb sitting by the bar. She was striking in every way Leo could think of, and his reaction was to grasp either side of his head with his elbows on the table and sound a lengthy groan while he looked at her. "Nononononono. Brain, I don't want any hallucinations, enough of this place is real already, don't overstep it," Leo was mumbling with such a low tone that it was as if he really was going mad, the rest of his words were in a whispered shout, words racing fast, "now your trying to top it off with an attractive lady in see-through silk? Just shut up would you!" He closed his eyes, then curled his hands into fists on his head. Opening his eyes wide facing the wood of the table and taking a sharp inward breath through his mouth, Leo came back realising his company. "My apologies, I think I am in desperate need of a drink." He said tersely.

In an attempt to distract himself from both the woman, and her kobold companion that just made Leopold even more uncomfortable, he sat up straighter and addressed the other woman, the one in the vibrant red cloak in front of them. "You! Alchemist! What did you say your name was?"