Where there is ruin... (Ireland)

[Sage]

Sage figitted through the introductions but Jaxen asked for help. "There are no snakes in Ireland. There is no anti-venom even if it were poisonous." Sage pulled up the footage of the snake and paused it as the grainy snake bit Jaxen's hand and then was slithering off. "It's not a two step snake, so you aren't dead, and you aren't showing other signs." As much as Sage was complaining about the connection it at least was a connection.

Sage tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for the information to return, he would parse it before the next bit came in and he growled. Back and forth he paced instead of impatiently tapping. "You'll be fine." He stopped walking and turned to look at Jaxen. His smile was bright and sarcasm dripped from his voice. "Your new friend could suck the poison out." He held up his wallet screen and showed Jaxen the funny comic he'd stumbled across while he was searching for serious stuff. He rolled his eyes but the smile remained.

"We can find a bandage, keep it tight so the puncture wound doesn't get worse. But until we can find a dark doctor around here you are shit outta luck." Bandages were not so easy in a tourist attraction without too much effort. A ripped up t-shirt would work and there were plenty of tourist shops for that. An expensive cheaply-made t-shirt at that, and it was all it was good for anyway. Sage wandered off to find one, tapping Aiden on the shoulder to indicate he'd be back. Even if the duo left him, Sage could find his way home. But he wondered why he was here - yet again his own usefulness was not in hunting treasures. At least not the type Aiden and Jaxen were after. He was just the boy toy of a rich rockstar...

Returning to the 'team' listening to Aiden chat with Lindy made Sage grind his teeth a little more than usual. He hated being a third wheel. He hated people and this was much more than he was comfortable with. Sage ripped the t-shirt into a long strip and roughly bandaged jaxen's hand. "You should live."