It does not mean much to her, but that is only because her wording was gentle, formal and polite. It was not intended to be anything to inspire warmth or contentment, not in the way that he might think, and Sidony is mostly focussed on her own work. Her concern is making sure this man can move and use his arm once she is done, that his burns do not scar him for life. Her own injuries come second.

It does not take her too long after that to manage his arm, to sort that before anything else. With that done she can turn to the burning, the flesh that needs salve and bandages without fearing what might happen from blood loss or something else. Infection is certainly going to be something to be wary of here. With such a deep wound and so many layers to stitch and care for the risks are even higher and higher.

"You are very kind." It's said absently, distracted as she works on what is in front of her. She doesn't want to end up stabbing here where she doesn't want her needle to be. That'll just end with more damage in the end, which is the last thing that she needs. Her fingers brush over the stitches as soon as she's sure they're done, nodding her head and breathing out a noise of utter relief.

The sound she makes when she can feel his magic settle her wounds. Her ribs feel better and she can breathe a bit better, suddenly, her eyes widening for a moment as one palm presses flat against her abdomen. It's not a proper repair - she thinks if she presses she might still feel the breaks there - but it means she can move around better, tend to people better. It's more than she could ask for, considering her own inclination to avoid magical healing.

"... Thank you."