A little bit of frustration entered Talia's mind. She shoved it aside, needing her complete focus to continue manipulating his own aura in order to tackle some of the decay making it hard to draw to a breath. She doesn't go to deep into his being, but she can sense there is something spreading within him. "You're fine," she murmurs softly. Truth be told, She spreads out his own flame, easing them back into the areas that had gone cold. She gives him another boast of her own magic before removing her hands and opening her eyes. "Can you breath any better?," she asks lightly, concern in her voice. She sticks her hands back in her sleeves in order to conserve their warmth.