Morr stopped, thinking the healer's words over. While he himself understood the barest basics of tending wounds due to the sheer amount he had suffered himself in the past, he had to realize that this man would nonetheless retain a higher pool of knowledge about this matter than himself. It would be foolish to decline a wiser man's advice.<br/><br/>Looking back at the man, he also noticed the tell-tale signs of utter exhaustion, most certainly due to having watched over the other man's life the entire night. He supposed this man had his own purpose, that of taking care of other's wounds, mayhaps something of a code even.<br/><br/>Giving off a sigh, Morr returned to his bed and made himself ready to rest again.<br/><br/>Again, however, there was a matter that demanded his attention, no matter his flesh's condition. "Healer, if you see that little- girl, I suppose her name was... Mar-" He paused "I cannot remember he name, I fear, but if you see her, please tell her-" he paused again, iron discipline keeping his voice from cracking utterly "- please tell her to come here."<br/><br/>That matter needed to be resolved, he had been lax and weak in his duty and no amount of self-hate nor apathy would keep him from this.