Vividly clear eyes watched the other's motions, taking in any injury beyond those he could see and the discomfort of deep sea water. He knew that couldn't be the most comfortable fate to go through. Pressing his lips together, he suddenly felt at a loss as he wanted to put the book down, but felt that unwise with the pixies still fluttering about and watching them carefully.

"Perhaps not, but certainly not a great experience either." He tried a soft smile, feeling a bit useless as he often did with the infection of the decay clawing at him as well.

Blinking a few times at the concern, he found he didn't really know how to answer it. Only Felis asked him such things when it got truly bad.

Instead, he stepped forward and reached out to the ugliest suction mark on Owen's neck. One that would take too long to heal naturally, and carefully slid his thumb over it. It rubbed away almost like washable ink, but it flickered and rose up on his own skin before it faded away. Doing those sorts of things made him even more tired. "I will be fine. Forgive me, I will have to treat the rest the old fashioned way once we get the book..."

As he pulled his hand away, his jaw tightened as he heard the chorus of giggles and suddenly a shower of glittering dust was poured on both of them. For him, it fell away... but for poor drenched Owen... the glittery substance stuck like glue.