Caleb recognized Jim from their last meeting, and he was rather upset that this was their next. Would that it were under better circumstances and conditions, and not while he was feeling so exceptionally fragile.

Still, he managed to pull an admittedly pained, slightly thin, smile on.

"I do not suppose you have both on hand? Because I could use both." What he needed was a potion, and a cleric or paladin. Some sort of healing magic. Something. But he didn't think that was on the docket. This was not the worst it had been. So he would take what was on offer.