[Quiet Man Cometh]

Dara looked down at the boy, unconcious again after his retched coughing fit. The poisons of the new ungodly world were different from what she was used to. She wondered briefly if the herbal concoction she fashioned to purify small amounts of water would work inside a human body. Stomache acid along would certainly breakdown the ingredients much faster then the tedious boiling process. She doubted that the boy would appreciate being used as a guinea pig though.

If he gets worse. I'll try it if he gets worse.

She was now faced with her other immediate problem: how to get the unconscious boy back to the others. He needed a little more help than what she could do with what was currently in her medical kit. Trying to work his dead weight onto her back was not a terribly attractive plan, and she briefly considered shouting, hoping her voice would carry enough along the river for someone friendly to hear. The sudden quake in the ground and crashing of tree trunks changed her mind on that option *very* fast.

What was that?