"It's Lord, remember your damn manner Ward." He took a bit of the paste and cringed a little, always hating the taste of it. He was just as unsure as the guard was of whether or not the paste helped, hurt, or did nothing. Regardless of that, Zelrius reasoned that if the paste was even the slightest bit poisonous, he'd be dead already. You would think an easy solution to this would be to force the healer to take some too, but once more, Zelrius was so weak that the amount of poison needed to be lethal to him would barely even phase someone with normal health. Especially a Healer who might know how to cure her own poisons.
He sighed taking more of the paste and speaking up to the guard, unsure of whether or not she was actually there. "Go get the Coach set up. We will stay on the boat for one last night docked here on the town, and leave tomorrow morning."