Tybalt winced at the boil on the healer's face, glancing down at where he'd absent-mindedly rolled up his sleeve to better get at his itchy skin, double checking mysterious boils hadn't appeared on his arm where he'd been scratching.

Perhaps Mr. Skeeter was afraid they were contagious, judging by the way he'd pegged it so impatiently? Privately, Tyb didn't think he'd be much of a loss to the group, and not everyone had moved on after him, except one of the other blokes had.

He snorted delightedly at the redhead's comment, feeling only marginally insensitive about poking fun at Skeeter and his cane. One boil probably wouldn't slow her down any, and even if was not the way everyone had been planning on going, Tybalt cast the rest of the group a helpless shrug. "I guess we're going that way, then?" He declared, turning out his hands in casual acquiescence. Best not to split up so soon, in his opinion (though if they did, he'd rather throw in his lot with the rest of them); and part of him was hoping that the itching sensation would subside if they found some fresher air.

It wouldn't take the rest of them especially long to catch up, anyway.

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