You may be right. Even still, I can't forgive it toying with our lives so easily.

[He takes Damien's hand, grunting a little with the effort of hauling him upright and slipping an arm around his waist to help support him on the path down the mountain. He doesn't have the strength to carry him right now -- even this is making him dizzy with the exertion -- but it's better than leaving him up here.]

I think there are ley lines in less hostile places. Magical communication is as foreign to me as it is to you, but function over form, as they say.

[He hesitates. It's a difficult thing to even propose, but,] You... may wish to confide in someone, if you can. I've no idea if it will do any good, but...