The small light is taking a lot more concentration than he'd like to admit and on top of the dizziness and nausea he's starting to break a sweat across his brow. He'll just chalk it up to the moisture in the air, surely, he's not struggling to do even the most simple magic, not Dorian Pavus. He's peering around through the dense curtain of fog, finally spotting a dark, moving shape that's wandering a little more to his right.

"This way!" He calls, hoping it's the man he'd been hearing and not some creature that will attack him, though so far none of the spirits he'd seen seem interested. He'll move towards the man, finally starting to see details of him.

"There you are. I was beginning to think I was alone with the spirits out here, wherever here is." He doesn't recognize the odd clothing but he does see the splash of red, or the way the other moves as if in pain.

"Are you alright?"