Michel Shook the blankets out and folded them down toward the end of the bed before shifting beside Zevran to sit up. He did not have a bottle of wine, but he did have a pitcher of water, a basin of water, and a soothing ointment made of elfroot, mentholated oils, and other oils with soothing and health benefits. Michel levered himself up and threw his legs over the edge of the bed, water would be better for him than the wine anyway.

"Perhaps we should visit the healing tents then," he offered pouring a glass for Zevran and handing him the offering. He was completely unaware that part of what ailed him was having Michel see him this way, as it was the Chevalier felt helpless seeing Zevran this way, he was glad to have found him...even though his dreams had stirred things inside of the Chevalier.