[Sanctuary]

Sounds like DART, right off the bat.
"Can you move them? And who is worse off?"

Tavlii is suddenly all business, and snaps her wings to rush close and chatter a spell that should slow the metabolism of both of the patients, and further protect them from any poison. Not Inarin techno-miracles, if they have any way of telling.
"It'd be best if we can take them in to our infirmary area."