"You're on duty but you're not well. So you don't count." Shooting a surprised look to Ikon Wes wondered whether he really was that obvious in regards to finding people attractive. But he appreciated the heads up. So Syn was into men. That was a plus. Hauling Declan along he was relieved when he saw the infirmary looming.
"Dude's right. Come on. Let's get you on a bed and I'll see if I can ease your pain, ok?" Soon as the guard was on one of the beds Wesley upped the height just so that he could get to work. "So you're... poisoned... but by what?" He wasn't sure how a dryad worked. He assumed he'd find out.