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Passura helps him to stand then guides his hand to his shoulder before leading him to the pallet. "Here ye go, mes'sirrah. Shall I get you another blanket or build up the fire?"

"Heavens no... don't ye dare throw another log on that inferno..." growls Ai from the doorway. "This place feels like it's akin to Hades already."

"Who the hell cares... iffin he makes it any hotter in here, I'm going to melt... I'm a creature of the snowlands, remember?" grumbles Ai testily. "I love a good fire like the rest of ye, but there's a point beyond which I get physically ill. Fur or no fur... four feet or two..."

The tiny serpentine nods and helps him to lie down. "Tea? or another blanket?" he asks, not willing to just walk away in case there was something he could do to help.

Passura gently rearranges him slightly so he's a bit more comfortable and rolling several blankets, props him up a bit so he won't roll onto an injury. Then he goes to wash the dishes.

As soon as e leaves the room, Ai enters it, tip toeing to Kero's side. Sighing heavily, he sits down beside him and rests a hand on his shoulder, humming a healing tune in a soft undertone.

Tam catches it on the tip of his finger and smiles grimly as it soaks into his skin. He continues to watch over Kerobian, humming continuously, absorbing drop by drop as they ooze forth.

Examining the burn for interference, seeking to find out why it isn't responding to his bardic magic, Ai steps up the intensity of his music, falling into a trance as he works. Now all that he is conscious of is the injury before him and it's severity, as he seeks to encourage the cells beneath his observation to knit and heal. The entire cave begins to thrum in harmony to his chanting, drawing the others slowly into the living room where Kero lies, caught like a fly in a web, deep in a healing trance.

Easing out of the trance, he flexes his hands, which he has kept splayed out lightly across the injury and sighs. It is only then that he realizes he has attracted an audience.

"What, surely ye've heard me sing before... It can't be all that interesting. Now off with ye, go on... don't ye have chores or something that needs to be done?"

Pushing himself up, he immediately buckles at the knees. Bez is there instantly, supporting him.

"Idiot..." the dark haired warrior hisses, guiding him to the couch. "What did cha have to go do all that fer... yer not altogether yerself just yet..."

Tam laughs sourly. "Actually... I just might be better than before... I soaked up what he was leeching off and it... well... kind of recharged my batteries, so to speak."