Grim: *puts Tyrael to bed and puts a hand on his throat* My voice is going to go...

Midnight: *gives Grim a cough drop* Here. This should help...

Grim: *nods and takes it* Thanks...

Artemis: His throat is still sore huh?

Midnight: *nods* He thinks his voice is going to go again... I don't think magic is going to help... It made it worse.

Grim: *nods* It did...*his voice is weak and frail*

Artemis: You shouldn't be talking Grim. It's making your voice worse.

Grim: *nods*