Talia shook her head. "Close to the edge, coming from the plains," she murmurs softly, catching the slight coloration to his cheeks. Before she can protest and tell him to save his strength, she feels warmth spread through her, easing the lasting effects from the blow to the bandits had dealt her. She looks concerned again when he coughs and ash fails on his lap. "Please, don't worry yourself over me. I have been traveling for quite some time and have gone through much worse. She smiles a bit when she sees his reaction to her ears. In her heart, she know she would be the one to save him. In her mind however, she's still unsure of the idea, remembering that she had fled her own lands to escape an arranged marriage. He looks a bit more grey after returning the healing favor. "Just rest. It will do you no good to overwork your body," she says softly.