Cynric followed Hunter onboard the ship chuckling to himself. Cynric found the whole healer fainting situation hilarious. In his time around people of magic he had seen much worse, yet everyone was fussing over one girl who doesn't know her limits. They had no true loyalty to each other only to their leader and current employer. Cynric saw this girl as more of a liability then a help. If she kept pushing herself and healing people when she knew she could not she would end up dead. What good is a dead healer?

Now onboard he found the sleeping quarters and undid the belt holding his sword to his waist. Placing the scabbard on the floor he got into the hammock. Cynric only just realised how tired he was. His whole body ached. However he was alive and well so how could he complain. Getting out of the hammock he stumbled slightly on his sword. Growling he reattached the sword and went looking for the healer. He didn't have to go look for long. Finding her in a hammock being looked over by Iver.

[b]"You know you should just leave her be. Every person of magic knows that you have to face the consequences when you over use a Warren. She's lucky she didn't kill herself. Her safety should take importance over ours. True I asked her to heal me but she should learn her limits. I know this may sound harsh but if she doesn't learn when to stop then one day she'll push herself to hard and next thing she'll be without magic or dead."[/b]

Cynric had pulled up a crate to talk to Iver, looking over at Acele he smiled. [b]"To be so kind, the fault of every healer. They don't know when to stop helping."[/b]