Asher turned his gaze back to Ceti, his brows furrowing deeper at her vague words, "Seen something like this before? What do you mean by-" he began, but his words abruptly trailed off as Ceti winced, her fingers clutching tightly at her wounded arm.
He quickly crourched beside her, his hands hovering uncertainly over her arm, "The poison might be out of your system, but the damage it's done is...," he trailed off, his voice taut with seriousness.
His gaze flitted towards the surrounding corpses and then back to her, "Hold on. There might be something useful among the dead. Potions, healing items...we have to check," he urged, desperation creeping into his voice.
