Stelios rushed to Gandal, noticing that the man who should be recuperating, especially from an unknown injury whose sole cure is likely rest and recuperation, was currently trying to stand up. Calling upon memories to figure out what to do, he gently lowers Gandal back down, and gave him a bowl of soup that was supposed to improve the speed of healing.

'No... Please.' He muttered, 'Aragon needs help.' His breath came out in rasps, like sandpaper rubbing against one another. 'The dragons!' The words escaped bitterly.

((Hope you don't think things are getting awkward shibe?))

Marluxia heard a loud crash from inside and ran in to see what it was, not waiting for Just to respond. When she saw the sesuring young man she rushed in to hold his arms. "Someone grab his legs and secure them. We have to stop him from convulsing. He's going to hurt himself or possibly someone else," she called to no-one in particular.

Gandal controlled himself and stood, yelping as pain whipped at his back, 'arrgh!' He moved, each foot stamping noisily.

He placed a hand around a the door handle and turned.

Stelios sighed, realizing that this was one of those men who would not give up, no matter what. So he followed his eyes, until he realized that something was wrong. Not with the stubborn man, but the other man, the one he loathed-- he was lying in the arms of the raven-haired girl... Marluxia, right?
Despite his reluctance-- he hated the man, why should he help him?-- he found himself following Marluxia's orders and restricting the man's legs, albeit with his staff.

Gandal reached the man which Marluxia caressed, he kneeled, moaning as needles of pain shot up his back. 'Stand back!' He called, leaning over Aragon, giving Marluxia a gentle nudge with his hand. He raised his hands as blue sparkled from his palms, the color of diamonds.

He firmly pressed his hands on Aragon's chest and he stopped convulsing, the blue seeping into his chest...

"You should be resting Gandal. You can't do this to yourself. But thank you, all the same." Marluxia moved away from Aragon's still body. She moved behind Gandal who would soon callapse from the power he had used. She was ready for his fall.

The blue finished glowing, and the room went dark. An eerie silence fell over the group, like a blanket being layed. Aragon's stomach exploded with yellow light, followed by a swirl of red, which died down. Gandal stood and waited for Aragon to awake.

Marluxia stood behind him. She knew he would fall but she didn't know when. "You should sit, Gandal."

Gandal nodded, he couldn't be bothered finding a seat, his face pale. He fell to the ground with a thud, moaning.

Nemo came over towards Gandal and sat next to him and put his hand on Gandal's back and patting it. Nemo felt Gandal's power drained from the heal.

Marluxia caught Gandal and lay him down on the ground. "Nemo, get me some cloth. A long strip so I can give him some comfort." She touched Gandal's forhead. He was fevering.

"No..." He said, fearing the hallucinations would return, "I... am fine."

"No. You are not." She grabbed a flask and held it to his lips. "Drink."

((I have persmission to control Aragon - prisoner's character.))

Aragon moaned, his eyes flickering open slowly, he gasped, the first thing he saw were the legs of Maluxia, slim and good looking. He was relieved to be alive. "Uh... hi."

Marluxia looked down at Aragon. "Go to sleep fool. You need the rest."

Gandal sighed, "I am fine." He felt a tinge run through his hand like a worm scuttering up his arm. Then through his legs, his back, and finally his head. "It has returned." He smiled.

"What has returned? And don't smile like that. It's freaky."

Stelios exited the room, while pulling out a black rectangular device. A portable stove, that's what Sylphus called it... he sets it down, and turns it on, releasing a amber flame the size of his hand. He then takes out a couple of bowls, and puts in some plants that he stored in a pouch tied to the right side of his belt.
After a few minutes, he was stirring the contents over the fire with a couple of small wooden sticks, before turning off the device, storing it, and bringing in the soup for whoever might need it.

Marluxia grabbed a bowl of the soup for herself and one for Gandal. "Thank you," she said. She handed one bowl to Gandal. "Here. Eat up."

Aragon got up and walked over to Gandal.

'My power.' Gandal said, 'it is back.' He laughed, digging into the food he had been supplied with.

Aragon smiled and sat down, and ate some food, with a large mug of ale.

Those visions, they were horrible, he didn't want to tell the others about the dragons. About Aragon disturbing them from their slumber, they would be here in five days, it could wait, he would reveal all later. gandal sighed, placing his bowl on the ground.

Aragon watched as Gandal looked stricken. "What's wrong my friend?' he asked