The man before her holds no threat of any kind. He's emaciated, tired and she's honestly surprised he's even on his feet. He feels as if he's suffered greatly, perhaps even recently, and she wonders if he's a victim of the massacre from the night before she arrived. She relaxes after finishing her evaluation, hand dropping from the hilt of her sword.

"Yes," she replied, trying to keep her voice soft, "You don't seem well, are you sure you should be up and about?"