Tivyrne starts to speak, then remembers the sound Tavia made when the beast-man's spear pierced her side.  She thinks for a moment, her breath slow and steady as she studies the elf, then shakes her head.  "No... it's nothing.  I just... have a bit of a hard time controlling this... thing."  She smiles faintly and steps closer.  "I'll tell you my whole story one of these days... okay?  Boring parts, illicit details, you name it."  She smiles faintly, then reaches one hand to cup Tavia's cheek.  "Let's see about your wound, okay?  You still need healing, right?"