Something just didn't seem right. Was Charity really saying the truth? Not that it mattered, really, if she wanted to kill him she'd already had the chance and he was still alive, so he just ignored that feeling, he just tried to focus on here and now. "How is your book wet?" he asked, and shook his head, regretting it the second later. "Fuck." he whimpered and took in a deep breath.
"No need for the hospital, I have a potion... it works for minor injuries and pain, I'll be okay.. just..." he patted his robe, wondering in what pocket he had the vial. "Can you find it?" His senses were still too confused, damn he felt so stupid.