Sindbad stepped out of the room to the faces of his uncle and Aladdin, both of whom wanted to check on the other man.
Jaber all but collapsed upon reaching the palace, spending a feverish night under the brunt of the scorpion's poison. It wasn't until the sun had climbed up high in the sky that his restless shifting in the bed stopped, and Sindbad took the chance to leave his side for a brief moment to meet with his uncle, yet not expecting to find him standing in front of his room's door.
" The fever just began to let out," he informed.
He had explained Jaber's theory to them in bits and pieces when they came to him the previous night to know what had happened and share what they had gathered, but that didn't seem to put them at ease.
In the end, it was just a theory, an experiment, one that might just be fatal.
" There is a chance that it might… not work out…" It seemed Harun had to be a bit considerate of the second part of his statement.
