The lord's breathing made her worried. She knew the sound quite well. It was the sound she had heard referred to as the death rattle. She looks up a little bit to see his silhouette. It occurs to her that she hadn't given him her name nor he given his. "Beg your pardon. I am healer Talia Nalleme. With your permission, I'd like to try something that will ease your breathing." She keeps her tone level, hoping she doesn't put any more stress on his already weak body. Perhaps with her own magic she could give him a little bit more time for a host to be found.