Con sort of dived to the side, and managed to get a lap full of dwarf. He winced at the sounds she made. The poor girl had barely begun to answer his question when she started wretching. Conlan looked at her for a moment, then stood up. His legs woobled, and his stomach screamed in protest.
"Give me a second." He leaned against the wall as he made his way from the privy to a small cistern that had collected rain water. He dipped the bucket into the pool, and returned to the privy, setting the bucket down as he entered. He grabbed one of the wash towels, and collapsed to the ground. The contents of his stomach felt heavy, and he could tell soon enough they would be returning. He shut his eyes and managed to keep the problem under control.
"Drinking highly dangerous substances huh? I can get behind that. I actually had a full bowl of poison once." He turned to look at Signy, making sure she was still in a halfway decent state.