Emet-Selch lets out a little sigh, surprised to find that he's relieved. He would have been disappointed if the old man had ended up perishing, and it's no thanks to that witch.
"I'll not soon trust that Morganna again," he says grimly. "My thanks for saving this man. Was it taxing to cleanse the poison from his body?"
He stands unsteadily as he talks, heading to see what the old man has in their kitchen. Both healer and patient, he assumes, likely needs some sustenance after that ordeal.
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"I'll not soon trust that Morganna again," he says grimly. "My thanks for saving this man. Was it taxing to cleanse the poison from his body?"
He stands unsteadily as he talks, heading to see what the old man has in their kitchen. Both healer and patient, he assumes, likely needs some sustenance after that ordeal.