Michael bows low to Tiny, respectfully.
"Thank you, brother, for helping me to be strong."
He lays a hand on his head and channels the power of Sela, to help this worthy team player.
Michael then turns and lays a hand on Ironwolf's head, laying the power of Sela into him as well.
(Michael has a cure light wounds and a divine favor he can convert to healing: whoever's less hurt gets the converted spell.)
Afterwards, he ponders....
"Ironwolf, if you have any particular issues, you probably handle them the same way everyone else does.
I've got to speak to Petra about arranging a hospital ward for you and the Mountain: it'll help you get back on your feet faster.
And obviously, Ironwolf, there was a lot of biting on your side, so I think it may have been just the side effect of the scorpion venom...obviously it got into their system somehow. I'll have to brew them up the same antidote I'm going to try brewing up for you and the Mountain, if he'll accept it."
He smiles with the practiced guilelessness of a Lawful priest tying a rope to someone else's petard.
"I hope they weren't using that as a deceitful excuse to attack you. This particular antidote causes horrible diarrhea if you don't have the poison in your system."
He shudders.
"I hate diarrhea. Treating it, of course, is not so bad. You just lock the person in the latrine for forty-eight hours: that saves cleaning. Of course, your patient has to live with the smell."
He shudders some more.
"So if this gets discussed between you and them, with or without Petra, I'd like to be involved too. I have to wash the sheets. I do hope everyone will be very honest about things."
