"I'll agree to get you to a healer, but I won't stand idly by while you try peeling yourself like a banana," Ric warned. As for who or what it was that Issac so desperately wanted to rid himself of, clearly by force if necessary, it was hard to say. Despite knowing each other for just short of two decades, Ric was guilty of being self-absorbed in his plight. He'd learned early on not to ask too many questions because the answers were often the fuel of nightmares.
When Issac dropped a hand to the ground, it gave Ric a perfect opening to grab his wrist, guiding the corresponding arm around his shoulders and then pulling them both to a slow and steady stand. With each careful step, he offered quiet reassurances. Things like, "It'll be alright. We'll have a sit-down, and you'll feel up to being a rapscallion again in no time." At least, he hoped that was the case. It was truly disconcerting to see Issac's face devoid of its usually charming grin. "Do you want to clue me in as to who they are?"