Oh. Wyll's mismatched eyes widened at the touch, even as gentle and fleeting as it was. She was not the first to fret over him and his condition, but the tadpole did not so much as twitch this time. "Worry not, sweet Keyleth, we are attempting to find a cure for our condition, my companions and I. As it is, the squirming beast seems dormant here, so we have time enough to consider our options." A beat. Wyll hummed. "Given the vast number of people from different realms, perhaps being here is a blessing itself for our predicament." Someone might have interesting alternative solutions.