And Cassian never once tried to shake him off. He wasn't comfortable enough on the bike to play with Tannusen's hair or touch his face, but his hand never did leave his leg, the only thing really indicating the priest's concern being the power behind the grip.

At home, Tannusen was quickly helped off the bike and ushered inside, placed on a couch downstairs rather than trying to haul the drugged cat up them. Less potential damage that way. Drugs, lets see. If he didn't know the drug he couldn't use a herb or a potion on it, it had to be matched up exactly-

"Symptoms, Tannusen. What are they? Whatever ye can tell me, spit it out now, I need to match it up with what I've got."