[Anton's getting a few more words out, and his eyes are less glassy. That's a start at least.]

There are other healers, aren't there? Aqua or Milyn? Maybe a different kind of magic...?

[Ravel lets the thought trail off, suddenly aware of how bad that sounds. He hadn't intended it that way. Maybe he should just...

...yes. With one last look at Anton, to make sure he's not going to pass out or anything in the immediate future, Erskine ducks his head and moves back out from the side of the bed, heading for the bathroom.]

I'll be right back. I'll get you some water, Anton.