[Oh. A bit of hope is dashed and Tav's shoulders sag ever so slightly.] I agree completely if such magic is found. A rune should be given to anyone travelling with me. Until a cure is found.

[He still has hopes that somehow Cosima will find something to try that doesn't involve hurting others. At the mention of his magic, though, Tav nods and returns to the fledging sprigs of Elfroot. He concentrates, murmurs to himself, and the sprigs begin to grow, soon enough sprouting into fully grown plants, ready to be harvested.

Tav throws a smile over his shoulder.]