Coran pulled Lance aside, "There's one more thing, but I don't want to irritate Keith and his condition even more. It might give him more anxiety then necessary."

Lance furrowed his eyebrows, crossing his arms, "What's wrong, Coran?"

"He is, indeed, poisoned. Now, I'm not yet sure what kind of poison, but it doesn't seem deadly, and I'm sure I can figure it out as I see a little more progress in his condition," he explained.

Lance swallowed, his mouth going dry. "How- how can I help? He's poisoned?!"

Coran nodded, setting a hand on Lance's shoulder, "He'll be all right, lad. Just a minor setback in his healing process."