Neverwinter Forest what i've done

Pantaleimon's legs turned even shakier after throwing up, since he felt weak and off balance. He looked at it a moment, as if hoping to find what it was that had made him sick, then at Roz. He forced a weak smile to his face while he contemplated his gratitude towards Roz; she acted like she was all tough, and a loner who needed no one and wanted to fend for herself, but this confirmed to Pantaleimon that she had the heart of a pack wolf. Pan hoped that Perry was out there looking for him, but the truth of the matter was that it was very unlikely that he really was. After all, Peregrine himself had got hurt not long ago -- one of the reasons Pan had been so far out of Redhawk Caldera's way -- and he was probably not running around all over the place again, if ever.

It would probably be at least another day or so before Pantaleimon's throat would be comfortable enough to speak, and for now he didn't even dare to take the risk. Pan struggled onwards when he felt good enough to start moving again, fully depending on Roz and feeling eternally grateful for what she was doing for him, since she had no obligations to do anything if she preferred to stay wild and free and not get lured into the solidarity of pack life.