Daithi rises to his feet with a groan; the arm he offers Brigham is weak and sore for Fiona's magic. He grips his staff in his opposite palm, then, after mustering the strength to sheath his blade: unclean, still, with Fiona's blood.
He is otherwise silent through Brigham's attentions, save the roughness of his breath, and slow to respond.
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He is otherwise silent through Brigham's attentions, save the roughness of his breath, and slow to respond.