She lets out a huff of a laugh that is instantly accompanied by a mild grimace. Her temperament is too light to suffer being wounded long, it seems.

"No, I need nothing enchanted," she replies idly and takes the cloth from him. It is dry and unstained. She wipes off her hands and what has accrued in the crooks of her arms as she clutched her sides while traveling.

"I had wished to warn you, but now I cannot think of how to explain it," she admits and looks back up at him. Unfortunately, whatever she is about to add, her attention is drawn, immediately, to the cat that approaches. Why it begins investigating her, she cannot not say, but she watches it as she continues.

"Perhaps I am more gravely wounded than I assumed, else I am burning too much power now. Does this land have Houses of Healing?"