[ Oh? Joshua nearly asks, but the way that Dion shakes his head makes him refrain. It clearly isn't something that he wants to talk about, so he won't press the issue. Perhaps it will come up naturally one day, whatever it is. ]

Well, I, for one, am glad to see you every time that we meet. Even when you are shirking your healer's requests.

[ There's a soft, gentle glimmer of amusement in his eyes at that, and he squeezes Dion's hands, ensuring the man that he is only teasing. But only for that moment. Going back to the topic of the poison, he sobers, expression growing more serious. ]

If I could, I would inflict a dose of poison on that creature for each Branded that suffered it. Even then, it might not be enough... But we must try.

[ He nods, firmly, as if his plan is not to be argued with. But seconds later, his lips pull into a thin smile, as though he's thought of something impossibly funny. ]

And we will grow each Wyvern Tail with the same love we've afforded the treasure flowers. The false god will hate it.