[None, not a shred of it to be found in this moment. And without the patch that steady thrum of deep, cold distress would be horribly obvious. Just a never ending buzz of persistent anxiety that even now wasn't allowed to make it to the drow's face.

Even though the comment about his things brought forth a dry, humorless laugh, it did nothing to stem the flow of consternation.]

They did indeed, and I intend to repay them in kind. They've no love of my things, but I'm sure I can still find some use for theirs.

[Off he went, once he was sure that Kimmuriel would be able to follow on his own strength. He wouldn't have hesitated to simply lift and carry him had it been necessary, he wasn't about to leave without everything he arrived with and the other male was no exception to this.

And, unfortunately, as he promised, he spoke as he walked, kicking open a cartilaginous chest as he scoured the desk right beside it.]

I will state this simply, and I will rely upon you to keep your wits about you as I say it. There is nothing we can do of it presently until we reach land anyway: we have been infected.

[We. Not simply himself, nor just Kimmuriel, the both of them had unwelcome guests floating about in their skulls.]

We were both picked up, you after myself. One of us not without some trouble either.

[There was an ominous trail of befouled blood about the door beside them, bits of pulped brain matter still quivering and stuck to the floor.]