He gently shakes her.  "Are you..." he stops when the black cat climbs on her.  He's unsure what to think.  He's already starting to feel so much better that he quickly realizes that she did something to him more then simple herbs could do.  His eyes go wide in shock as the cat begins to speak which prompts him to pull his hand back, afraid of the talking cat.  He does hear what the cat says and then looks back to the pretty woman on the floor.  He sits up weakly and slowly moves his legs over the side of the bed.  "What did she do?  Is she alright?  At risk?  What can I do to help?"  he watched the cat warily.  This was all so strange and abnormal that it would be easy to convince himself it was a dream, but the pain from his wounds had been too real for that.  "She helped me, i don't want her hurt."