[The god she's next to very much isn't well. He's sitting on the ground, bitten leg extended, pale and sweating and shaking. His eyes are closed at first, but they snap open and look in Nyara's direction when she speaks. But not right at her; instead they dart around, looking at things she can't see. They're not real. It must be the poison. They are illusions. Only the voices offering help are real. Focus on those. Repeating that in his mind is just about all that's keeping him from slipping into panicked delirium.

[He swallows and tries to answer.]

I-I- was bitten. [Waving at his leg. The wound, up above the boot, is angry and red and shows the spreading taint, though to his eyes, it looks like it's rotting away.] Poison. I-it is causing- hallucinations, weakness...