Each open connection he had with his friends still had a mysterious static attached to the transferred thoughts and the open ended manner in which there was the flow of information between all of them could be hard to follow in its more chaotic nature. The witch and Sleep were truly fighting.
"That could be useful. Can I burn all of my clothes?" He grinned over at his friend. A cleansing in such a place might work better than most other things; quietly over their connection Elia would feel a hope to be fixed. Issac had never wanted to be fixed in his entire life but then his uncontrolled telepathy had never felt like it needed to be.
The doctor bird had done great work with the mix of magic infused clay to help heal the wounds Issac had all over his body upon retrieval, but light red markings stayed visible after the heal as if the wounds fought to remain.