"Rabbit, water, and spite. The refugee's traveling companion of choice." She snorts a soft sigh, no small wonder Compassion had been so insistent on offering their aid.

"After you eat and I make certain you are not about to collapse, I will walk you to the aforementioned quarters. No injured there. Camille is likely keeping watch at this time, she will ensure you are not bothered." Tea first, the magic pooling in her palm- blue and bright and soothing- second. Compassion's power spun with the intent to sooth, to ease the ache of travel and offer a wash of warmth to an otherwise chilled person. She's been making use of this particular variation on rejuvenation quite a bit as of late. More and more as travelers from the road return.

Adelaide offers her hand, the mist of power swirling about her fingertips, and a small vial of a potion that will do much the same with the other. "Which would you prefer?"

A choice most don't get- she makes use of her magic and moves along. But for a peer she can make a token attempt to be personable. Not all Spirit Healers liked having another mage's spells on them. Whether or not she might include him in their number, she'll see soon enough.