Sadness entered Talia's features when he spoke of dying.  She could tell by his voice that he isn't ready to pass onto the next world. She also had a little bit of curiosity. She keeps her head bowed on the floor. "Forgive me my questions, but what do you need in a host?" The question of what is he also enters her mind. "I am quite gifted healer among my people. Perhaps I could be of aid to you?" Talia keeps an ear tuned to his labored breathing. Maybe if she couldn't do anything to extend his life she could at least  give him some comfort in his last days.