Tobias looks over to Lorielle as she calls out his name. He releases the Chocobo's leash and heads over to Clavier and her. An arm slips under Clavier's as the dark-haired Hyur gives better support to the poisoned man, though his hold on the archer was more stable only due to the fact that Lorielle was petite in size and form.
       Tobias escorts and guides Clavier to the back of the caravan as he passes a joke between the two, "We look like a couple of right heroes, aye?" a slight chuckle pressing past parted lips. If the wound hurt at all, the raven-haired man certainly made no signs of discomfort. As Kieaira comes into view, he notices the crate she had gotten into. A quick glance is put past her and towards the back corner of the caravan, underneath the seat Kieaira was during their travels. It was still there. His eyes close for a moment and looks back to the Miqo'te woman, declining the offer with a small shake of his head. The Midlander makes sure Clavier is securely resting against the caravan or sitting on it, giving a solid nod in respect before he moves to leave. Then Lorielle speaks his name again.
       This time, however, his name was said in a different inflection, but he knew full well why. It was at least worth a shot to try and keep it hidden. However, that did not mean he would not try and dissuade her. The dark-haired Hyur turns to face the Elezen, a small smile ready on his lips. However, his expression turns to sympathy as the curl on his lips fade as he looks onto her visibly tired and exerted form. Before she can speak anything further to him about his wound, Tobias reaches out an delicately traces the back of his fingers along parts of her neck and face where the hair still clung to. He sweeps the loose brown tresses behind her ear with a ginger touch, not breaking gaze from the woman.
       "Take a moment to yourself first. You did well." he speaks softly before he hears Kieaira whimper due to the driver's instructions. His chest inflated as he inhales deeply. It was not surprising that they had to stop their travels for now, but he had hoped, like many others, that their journey to Gridania would be met without incident. A foolish notion.
       Tobias escorts and guides Clavier to the back of the caravan as he passes a joke between the two, "We look like a couple of right heroes, aye?" a slight chuckle pressing past parted lips. If the wound hurt at all, the raven-haired man certainly made no signs of discomfort. As Kieaira comes into view, he notices the crate she had gotten into. A quick glance is put past her and towards the back corner of the caravan, underneath the seat Kieaira was during their travels. It was still there. His eyes close for a moment and looks back to the Miqo'te woman, declining the offer with a small shake of his head. The Midlander makes sure Clavier is securely resting against the caravan or sitting on it, giving a solid nod in respect before he moves to leave. Then Lorielle speaks his name again.
       This time, however, his name was said in a different inflection, but he knew full well why. It was at least worth a shot to try and keep it hidden. However, that did not mean he would not try and dissuade her. The dark-haired Hyur turns to face the Elezen, a small smile ready on his lips. However, his expression turns to sympathy as the curl on his lips fade as he looks onto her visibly tired and exerted form. Before she can speak anything further to him about his wound, Tobias reaches out an delicately traces the back of his fingers along parts of her neck and face where the hair still clung to. He sweeps the loose brown tresses behind her ear with a ginger touch, not breaking gaze from the woman.
       "Take a moment to yourself first. You did well." he speaks softly before he hears Kieaira whimper due to the driver's instructions. His chest inflated as he inhales deeply. It was not surprising that they had to stop their travels for now, but he had hoped, like many others, that their journey to Gridania would be met without incident. A foolish notion.
