[Necromancer... his lips thin in very obvious dislike, but he shakes the clouded view away as he slowly beeaks the distance between them, only when Ithaqua's had his space.]

All vile sorts of magic out there, isn't there.

Urianger doesn't surprise me if he's been recently incapacitated. [His gaze goes slightly flat.] You, on the other hand... [The exasperation is slight, the worry less so, tensing his brow.] Could I ask you to sit down somewhere before the healers swarm at you?