[b]Gabriel[/b]

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Gabriel accepted the poultice, giving a thank you and a polite decline for the offer to ride. He had walked a lot, his whole life. If he couldn't walk because of an injured hand, then something was truly wrong. He followed the others, uncertain about what they were going to do. He didn't want to have to hurt people, even if he knew that was a way of stopping the spread of disease, it wasn't the infected fault they were sick. And if the way he had handle a stick, injuring himself so easily, he doubted he'd be any help. More of a hindrance, really. 

He sighed to himself, following along with the guild, uncertainty filling him. Despite the fact that he had been trying, he hadn't made much progress with doing better in the guild, and he wondered if he'd ever be welcome in the guild. He stared down at the ground, not really seeing it as he walked, which was probably a bad thing, as not too long into the journey, Gabriel tripped, and even as he flung his hands out, he hit the ground, slamming into it hard enough to knock the breath out his chest, and slamming his temple against the ground. 

Darkness enveloped him, and he slipped into unconsciousness quickly, dropping like a stone through the layers of consciousness. 

[b]Sasha[/b]
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In unnerved Sasha to hear Lazarus reciting what was probably a line from the zeref book, and she reached out, grabbing his arm, but Lazarus seemed to pull himself out of it.[color=6ecff6] "We'll stop him" [/color]She said [color=6ecff6]"Zeref was defeated once, his followers can easily be taken down again" [/color]She said confidently, glancing to a lacrima screen as the last battle was concluded, before looking back to Lazarus. [color=6ecff6]"Come on. We can't do anything with you injured, so lets make sure you are okay"[/color]