Epsil bowed his head slightly as the woman thanked him. She turned away to rest, and Epsil realized how bad she really looked. "Magdalena ma'am, it isn't a problem to travel with you," he said stepping forward, one hand slightly outstretched. Epsil realized that the woman looked rather ill, and reached for his pack, which he realized was still in the tree. "Stay right here." He took off towards the tree his pack was in, and retrieved it, returning to Magdalena's side. He pulled her back to her feet, one arm around her waist to help steady her. He rummaged through his pack for a few seconds, and pulled out a small hunk of bread, which he pressed into her hand. "Please, eat it. It may help you." Epsil's words were kind, and he began to walk slowly, making his way back towards the charred remains of the village. He wanted to build a makeshift hut out of the remains of houses, for the night at least, then move on. It was still early in the day, so he'd have time to make a shelter and find some food, and give Magdalena time to rest. "What ails you, m'lady?" he asked her, keeping his gentle tone.