“Aurelia Sharr.” She responds, tone shifting from flat disinterest to polite formality for a moment, as she waits for the healing elixir to begin it’s work. Her creations kick in very fast, and should be felt in moments. That the girl is capable of doing her own healing confirms that the excessive warmth she’s felt coming off of her is not simply fever, but an indication of some form of divine blessing.

How unpleasant, though she keeps those thoughts off her, instead focusing on the strangely fluctuating Aura puling around her. The dull reds shut through with the strangest bright white flashes, fading to yellow. Very very strange, not a pattern she’s seen before, and now that the healing is taken care of her gaze brightens with interest.

“You are correct that you are not in a position to argue. However, as soon as you feel up to it we should move to a different position. I will remain here to ensure you do not suffer additional harm until that time.”

It’s not a suggestion, or an offer. A simple statement of her intent while her eyes continue to examine Robin.