Forward thinker... clearly, Eudial scowled. She let the thought go, though, as another issue arose. Her arms were beginning to itch again. "God damn it..." she grunted, before she could stop herself. She was sure Gaunt had turned to look at her, but still ignored it. What was that blade doing to her?! She wasn't even holding it now!

Looking for something to take her mind off it, she said aloud, "I suppose we should look for the other member of our party, if she's not fallen victim to severe migranes..." Cats... really, now? Wonderful.