Conlan watched, fists clenched trying not to shake with both anger and revulsion. The whole thing made him utterly sick. The pit of his stomach sank as each body collapsed to the ground. For every Warden who survived, one had fallen. Soldiers dying on the battlefield was one thing, that he could handle. But this... standing there, doing nothing as the people who were supposed to stand by his side just drank poison and died.
It was when Lalin's name was called that he was finally shaken from his own world of misery. He looked over at the tiny elf. The poor girl was violently shaking, and looked like she was about to break. Conlan sucked in a breath and tried to put aside his own feelings.
He moved quickly to Lalin's side over to her, and slipped an arm around her shoulder pulling her close in as supportive a hug as he could muster. He held her until she stopped shaking, or for as long as he felt they would let him, and then looked down at her.
"You're strong enough to survive this. I know you are. And I'll be here when you wake up." He put a hand on her shoulder, and nodded. She would survive it, she had to. He refused to lose anymore family to the darkspawn.