“I think I can handle myself. I’m tougher than I look.”

He was making his way through a side tunnel off what, truthfully had just been a nice little grotto, when the vision had given way. Aside from the nightmare, so far no traps, just a lot of things to bang one’s head or shins on.

“I know he will hate me for saying so, but we really ought to hire a healer. He won’t just magically get better.”

A pause. “You know what I mean.”