Ester eyes were locked onto the flame in her hand for a while, focusing on it seemed to make her body feel warm. When Mesaraih came out of the house, her dark eyes moved to watch him instead. She tilted her head as he splashed water onto his injury, it must still be hurting bad.<br/><br/>"Does it still hurt?" She asked, closing her hand as the flame extinguished before standing up and walking over to him. She took a seat beside him, despite the chill that made her shiver. "I could try and soothe it." She suggested, taking a closer look at it. She wasn't the most knowledgeable when it came to healing magic. Which now, thinking about it, would have been something useful to learn considering she had spent her life alone. It didn't fight off enemies, though, so she wasn't interested when she was growing up.<br/><br/>It looked sore, no doubt some ice on the slash would help. If he agreed for her to try and help, she'd bring a hand up and wave it over his chest as an icy sensation would pass over the cut.<br/><br/>The Qunari turned his head to look Valehna over, smiling at her question. "I'll sleep better knowing I'm ready for anything." He replied, turning his head back so he was looking up at the ceiling. His armour, along with the fire, would keep him warm, he didn't need the blankets that were atop the bed.