Winter's forehead creases into a frown as he hears the cries for help. His eyes flicker to the rest of the group, likely echoing within himself the same debate which rages within the rest of the band. Guilt and empathy tug at his conscience, but the risks cannot be ignored.
"Time is not on our side," he murmurs, "Their condition is deteriorating rapidly, but if we interfere we risk never getting to the bottom of it", he pauses, "and in that case we'd be risking the lives of many to save a single one"
He turns his attention back to the worker, "Let's see what we can gather form here. If it's something we can cure or undo"

Can we scrutinize the worker from here?



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