"You are welcome. I would want the same were I in your position." Had wanted- but no one here had known enough to offer it- everyone had been in morning or confused by the events at Haven. She cannot begrudge them the time, only seek to be what she would have wished for herself back then.

He trails off and she reaches out, a tentative, darting thing- the briefest brush of contact in her hand against his. A touch, a squeeze, a wry twist of her lips. Mages do not often receive such care. It isn't a part of the world they'd lived in but here, perhaps, they can build something better. Something lasting.

"You'll be resting for a full day at least, Detlef. I was not joking when I said you looked awful. Better now but...a full day's rest before I let you help. You need to take care of yourself as much as whatever patients you find here." She opens the flap to her tent, ducking out and bidding him to stay inside a moment. A careful glance around the courtyard proves there are no wandering templars attempting to hover- she is able to keep her word. "It seems we are clear for the moment. Come. The room is in the hold proper."