"Honestly Korrin if you're that bad you should be staying in bed. Or at the very least going no where near the ramparts." He was really did not want to hear about someone falling off a wall or anything, less so people he knew. "Well with how you two are you shouldn't need a whole lot, and I'm certainly not having any." It would be rather bad that one of the healers up and drank themselves into a drunk coma, not to mention he was keeping an eye on the two of them.

Noticing just how much Cyril was using him to steady himself, Sam reaches out to place a hand on the elf's back. "You doing alright so far Korrin?" She looked like she was having to think more about things than normal, but she hadn't lurched forward or anything yet.