It's fair embarrassing, needing to be held upright like this after what ought to have been a routine healing job. Then again, she wouldn't say she's suffering Rowan's help. His arm is warm around her, and she's acutely aware of the light pressure of his hand on her hip. She lets herself lean against him, sighing with just enough emphasis to sound exasperated with herself instead of like some smitten maiden.

"That'll do nicely," she says, perking a little at the thought of food (coffee is a little less enticing, but she's not going to split hairs with someone who's offering to treat her, and anyway, that's what cream and sugar are for). "Thank you."

With Rowan's support, it's not hard to keep her feet under her, though he can probably feel that she's a little shaky. As a distraction, she ventures, "I don't suppose there's much cause to teach healing in your realm, since you've got those nano-things. Do you even have doctors? Or does everyone just focus on keeping the little robots running?"