Nathaniel
Nathaniel fished around in the pouches he had tied to his belt, looking for the right herbs.
"Gerard." Nat glanced up. "Go fetch water."
"Where?"
"There's a stream nearby, just over there." Cyan said, pointing off into the woods. Gerard shrugged and trudged off, water skin in hand. When Nathaniel told Gerard to do something, he did not question it.
Silvin continued coughing, occasionally spitting out blood. Alise, Ara, Bella, and Cyan all crouched around him, doing what they could. Which was now much.
Gerard returned a few minutes later carrying a full water skin. Nathaniel took it and poured some into a small cup he found in one of the packs, casting a quick, simple spell over it to make it hot. He poured the necessary herbs in it and handed it to Silvin.
"Drink it." he commanded.
