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The other man left before Drake could say anything, but with the way the healers were bustling around them - Quen especially - he didn't think anything of it. He seemed the drinking sort, so if Drake ever saw him again, he'd buy him a round. It was the least he could do.
The healers - a few of whom he knew, great - were clucking their tongues at him and plying him with a mixture of potions and localized spells. More people entered, and Drake pushed the healers towards them; he was fine for the moment, and he needed to get back out there.
He found Chloe, who, in comparison, was unharmed, and tried to smile, but it was strained and tired. "Darius should be on his way," he said quietly. "The kid's in good hands; you should get some sleep." And before she could say anything or do something to stop him, he took off for the docks.