[Jezebel is sitting off to the side, still recovering from his own punishment. The pain has subsided from torturous into a throbbing ache all through his body, leaving him feeling weak and disoriented. He sits by himself for a long while and pays attention to nothing until Ianchus bursts out of his tent, looking far more wild-eyed than Jezebel's ever seen him.

When he grabs for Jezebel, he looks at him with a bewildered expression.] Ianchus -- whatever you're hearing, it's just the potions talking.