Tav glances down at the burn on Byerly's hand, wishing he had access to his healing magic, or even just some bandages from his pack, right about now. Looking to the others, he wishes there was some way to help them, even if just to lift their spirits.

"Probably having my eye plucked out," Tav sighs, tapping his cheek under his milky-white left eye. "Got it put back, but can't see out of it any more."

Gale had most definitely not been pleased with Tav's offer to volunteer for such an experiment.