[Oh that he could offer more comfort than mere words, but he's too aware of the state of things. Himself marked with battle, and Aymeric needing a healer proper. Instead, he goes to reach into his pouch, fetching a bottle.]

If it is death to be here, then certainly you do not belong either. I am not alone in thinking so. Our dear friend and hero is pursuing the Archbishop with the others.

[He pops open the bottle. A mere potion, but it will have to do until he can take Aymeric to Alphinaud.]

Drink up, and I'll have you down in no time.