It's fine. I imagine seers are too valuable right now to be careless with.
[And it's kind of weird to be standing there towering over him while he recuperates, so eventually she takes her own seat, the long drape of her cloak parting as she settles in. There's a glimpse of a sword visible on her belt, made more prominent in the way she has to adjust the sheath into a more comfortable position as she sits.
After he's had a few chances to sip, she offers him the damp cloth.]
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[And it's kind of weird to be standing there towering over him while he recuperates, so eventually she takes her own seat, the long drape of her cloak parting as she settles in. There's a glimpse of a sword visible on her belt, made more prominent in the way she has to adjust the sheath into a more comfortable position as she sits.
After he's had a few chances to sip, she offers him the damp cloth.]
For your face. Your color's gone.