"I'll accept perfect." He says, still exhausted. Ilalrio doesn't mean to lean into Rook's steadying hold, but he does even as the potion begins to help wounds close. It doesn't replace the blood lost, but at least Illario isn't losing any more. That is a good thing, whatever way you look at it.

He stays like that until Rook lets him go. He needs to focus on his own magic, and really, he shouldn't feel the loss of that hand so badly. Apart from this man, who else has touched him recently? Willingly? Lucanis he thinks, when he tried to kill him at the bloodied bath-house beneath the Chantry.

When Rook prompts him about the broach, a fresh wave of unpleasant pain goes through him, starting at his chest and radiating out.

"It will prove useful-" he begins, which eases the hurt, but there's something in Rook's eyes something knowing, and it makes Illario want to squirm away.