Save Your Breath

The boy thrust the bottle at him as if he were a wild animal he was trying not to get bit by. Good. Better safe than sorry at this moment in time. While Ignis wouldn't willingly bite off a piece of his packmate, but in this state? With as much pain as he was in? Safe to say anything was a possibility. He greedily and hastily snatched that bottle up like it was his lifeline and chugged like it was his last drink. Since he had joined Sparrow's crew, he had grown fond of the drink (much like most of the others, he was sure). But at least this time, he had a proper excuse for it. Not that he needed an excuse to drink, but it helped to have one regardless.

He would wait for the booze to do its godly work (which he was sure it wouldn't take too long now), and dropped the bottle to his side. Sighing, he looked at the boy holding out a weird yellow paste. "What do you want me to do with that? He questioned with narrowed eyes. While he figured the kid wasn't trying to poison him, he was hesitant. It looked gross. But such was the way of medicine, wasn't it? He sighed and took it with great reluctance. While also trying to remind himself he ought to try being nice to the novice healer. After all, he was at this kids mercy right now since Rivin was unlikely to come around to help anytime soon.

Walk ---- "Ignis" ---- "Blödhgarm" ---- "Hear" ---- Think