The smell was riper now, and Leland could understand if that was what was causing Teg's stomach's upheaval. In fact, he himself was having a bit of a time keeping his own under control. It was only having worked years healing others, and seeing - and smelling- some particularly sickening things that kept him from being just as ill. Why Tegwaret was calling himself an idiot Leland wasn't certain but he thought it best to get him away from the smell. "Come, let's get you some fresher air."
He offered an arm to help his friend over to whether the scent wasn't as strong, and he could breathe clearer. Leland wished he'd thought to bring his waterskin along - Tegwaret would probably benefit from washing the taste from his mouth. Leland carefully tossed his cloak back off his shoulders, keeping it and his boots clear, just in case Tegwaret's stomach decided it wasn't done. "Then when you feel a bit better you can tell me why you're an idiot," he added, putting a tease into his tone.