Kalista said tartly, "You also lived your entire life without<span style="font-weight: bold">me</span>, and your behavior is honestly disturbing." Apparently she had given up attempting to be polite because bathing in a freezing river to avoid letting her out of his sight was being far too clingy. "Why would they.. oh you're a bandit?" That would explain a few things. It also made her smile a little since he'd been warning her about bandits. Now what did that mean?<br/><br/>A frown formed on her face as he stumbled. He was faking so she'd relent. Perhaps. "Damnit." Kalista had already begun to move after Mitch when he stumbled and fell. It was only seconds after he put his hands to his head that her palm settled over his. Even without focusing she could dimly feel the pain and she sighed. Then she settled herself on the ground beside him and tugged him over to rest his head in her lap, fingers running over his temples softly. In a quiet but soothing voice she said, "Just give me a moment and I'll try to See what's wrong Mitch."<br/><br/>She closed her eyes, her hands still resting on his head and took several measured breaths. She didn't let herself miss her grandfather and his ability, just willed herself calm and still. Silent. Listen to Mitch, find the source, find the reason. Then she might be able to help. She hoped. Things like this though... it could be bad.