As Dremmick became conscious and spoke, sounding as if it took a tremendous amount of effort to even do so, Morgan quickly closed the medic's journal and placed it in his bag before doing as she's asked and handing it to him. If he couldn't find it before the poison worsened his condition even further, Morgan planned to quickly locate the necessary antidote and inject the man with it. She decided to keep her recently discovered knowledge of the executioners hidden in the back of her mind for now, deciding to share it with her uncle first. Speaking of which, he and Inigo hadn't returned yet. "Hey Cilia, do you know what might be taking Inigo and Leon so long?" She asks as she glances over at her.
“I think the area is clear. We should head back.” Inigo says to his uncle as he turns around to head back to their comrades’ location. They had scouted a large portion of the forest nearby and had arrived in an open field bordered by trees as far as the eye could see. As he started walking, he stopped in his tracks altogether when he heard the sound of sword being unsheathed behind him. “Not so fast…I want to see for myself just strong you’ve become, Inigo. Tell me…are you able to control the darkness in your heart?” Leon states, the tip of his blade close to his nephew’s back. “Oh? Of course. I’m stronger than you might think, uncle. I’ve also been wanting to see if being dead has made you rusty…we shouldn’t worry the others with pointless fighting, however…” Inigo responds. Leon chuckles lightly, surprising his nephew. “Think of this not as a pointless fight, but as a sparring match to shake off this rust of mine…” With that being said, without warning, Leon swings his sword at Inigo, only for it to be blocked by a quick counter with Inigo’s own katana. With them now facing one another, Inigo smirks, fired up more than ever to prove his worth. “Let’s go!” He exclaims as they begin exchanging blows, the clashing of swords echoing quite loudly throughout the forest.