[Freyjadour eyes Mithos as he shoves at Jeb, his gaze carrying a clear warning in spite of his determination to make sure Mithos was taken care of. He did not plan to let him lash out at anyone, especially not Tear.
He'd physically restrain him, if he had to. He levels that look upon Mithos for several moments before turning to Jeb.] I might not have much in the way of runic magic left, but I might be able to call upon Nala.... let me take a look at your wounds while Tear works on Mithos.
After several weeks of fail on my part...
He'd physically restrain him, if he had to. He levels that look upon Mithos for several moments before turning to Jeb.] I might not have much in the way of runic magic left, but I might be able to call upon Nala.... let me take a look at your wounds while Tear works on Mithos.