Darius spat on the fallen archer as he looked over his corpse. "Hmph...ngh." he grunted out as his focus turned to the wound caused by the crossbow bolt. A small trickle of blood poured out of the wound. As he prepared to apply a vulnerary, though, suddenly, he got enveloped in a soothing light and, a few seconds later, both the pain and the wound were no more. At this point he finally heard a voice next to him. He turned to Emilee and bowed his head.
"I appreciate the healing and your concern, though you shouldn't worry about the last part. I have not delved into the ancient secrets enough to end up at risk of losing myself to them. Still, I appreciate your worry." The Shaman said to the Sister.