Roan shows him to the tent where Selkie is being kept. The young sea captain is lying still in a bed with a damp cloth on his forehead.

Kaladin gave Roan a brief nod before trotting inside to run a breif inspection.

The tent was calm, clean, a bit stuffy but that was impossible to avoid, lastly it was decorated like a cheifton's tent.

Kaladin exhaled softly, set his bag down, and sat down beside Selkie, warily checking his pulse.

Selkie's pulse was slightly slower then normal with a slight inregularity but aside from that it was fine.

Kaladin nodded to himself, then glanced around again. There wasn't much of a chance of getting a cold bath around here, so the only thing to do for now was wait it out.

Roan enters the tent, "I'm sure your friend will be just fine."

"I-I don't know" diablo remarked shoving his hands in his pockets.

Yannis frowns, "Oh well."

(gtg)

Kaladin merely nodded in response.