With the shifter seeming relatively stable Irah had taken to preparing a salve for Akio's wounded leg from what supplies he had in his pack. It probably wasn't the best idea but he allowed a bit of his magic to flow through his fingers as he worked, weaving it in to enhance the potency of the medicine. It left him exhausted again, his body still not recovered from how much of himself he'd used to cleanse his wounds the previous day. Dark circles had formed his eyes but he remained focused and worked tirelessly until he'd crafted a small jar of the greyish-green mixture.
Pawing through his things in search of his roll of cloth bandaging Akio's sudden, rough voice gave him a bit of a start. His tired face brightened, though, eyes shining with genuine relief as he nodded and hurried to uncork one of the waterskins and shift closer to lift it to Akio's lips so he could drink his fill.
"You're okay," Irah murmured gently, a little amazed that he was conscious enough to speak. That was probably far too low a standard for okay but it was the best indication he'd seen yet. He reached out to adjust the cloth over his forehead, carefully flipping it over to the cool side. He took a moment to study his face, eyes lingering on his own as he set the waterskin aside with a weak chuckle. "You look like shit, is it still hurting badly?"