Redhawk Caldera Only blue or black days

Peregrine was resistant to conversation, but followed up by mentioning his lack of sight. Njal's brows raised at this, and he looked side-long at the black figure beside him, but he didn't make a comment. Evidently, Perry didn't mind sharing a little bit about his predicament; or maybe he just didn't trust the good doctor, specifically. That much was clear by now.

"Kind of you to leave him be." Njal retorted, trying to lighten the mood with a small huff (the best he could do right now, laugh-wise, since everything felt so sluggish right now). "Pretty sure anyone could fetch me plants, though. You can have at'em if it makes you feel better." The beast shrugged his shoulders. Before he could say more, a yawn stretched through Njal's body - first catching in his ribs, slowly crawling up his throat, and he snapped his wide mouth shut a moment later, drooling a little bit. He flicked his tongue over his chin to try and catch the dribble, but it escaped in to the dirt.

Njal watched Peregrine for a moment longer, as if to assess his mental state, or something. He wasn't sure what to do now; his mind was muddled by the herbs, confused by the pain. "Too bad you can't take one of his eyes for yer'own, eh?" That... Wouldn't work... Ever.