Thunder Dome No one's telling me the cure

A fine leader.
That what others think. What he shows himself as.
A leader.
But none knew what was in his head, lurking. Waiting. He could feel it slithering through his body from time to time...when the blood of another bursts into his mouth or when another cowers beneath him.
His bane.

Her name was thrown to him like a lifeline in the deep waters he was threatening to slip under.
"A beautiful name," he couldn't help to compliment with a smile.
To shove down his bane back into the dark hole he had to close sooner rather than later.
"I'm Derg," he offered his name, for the politeness.

Her tongue was oft and warm against his wounds. He didn't feel any pain for some reason. Kindness was the best medicine, it seemed.
She gave him instructions on how to look after himself for the next few days to make sure he got better in a timely fashion.
"Thank you." A natural pause before his next question, "Where are you going, hm? Got a group of some sort?"