Lion Head Mesa [mp]The Night Spins

She was a strange little crow, that much was certain. Though Naberius could only assume that it was from the exhaustion and dizziness of her brain. She perhaps had been on the verge of a heat stroke- or had one, for all he knew. Naberius had trained in sparring and navigation, but he was by far any healer- nor a priestess. He did not know how to mend the woman's body nor mind. 

No, no poison. He smiles cheekily as she heavily pants with a hope of regaining her composure. Lay down, would you? He paws at the cool earth near the water's edge. Would you like for me to send one of the fellahin to look after you tonight?