A glob of venom landed at the Alimon's feet. It quickly started to dissolve the ground it touched.
"Keep away," Sy growled. "They're in no condition for visitors."
He limped towards the youngsters. He had heard their cries for help, but had fallen trying to get to them and injured his knee.(Yeah, I know, lame excuse, sorry.) He carried with him some herbs. He started chewing them and smearing the paste on the others' wounds to stop the bleeding and aid healing.
Glancing over at the Alimon again, he said, "If you're going to stay, you might as well help. Start chewing those leaves and spread the paste on their injuries. Unless, of course, you're here for a meal, in which case you'll be dead before you even touch them."