She's not sure who all these people are, but that this is a tense and private situation, she understands. And what little she can do here, she can pass on. At only a small personal cost.

"Simon," she says. She slips something out of the wide yellow sash around her waist; it's a thin leather satchel he's seen before. First she takes a potion from it, a narrow vial filled with pale blue liquid.

"This should heal him completely. I understand why it's not a good idea, but, if it's necessary. And if he--if you start to lose him--"

"This is phoenix down." It's a tiny scrap of feather-shaped flame in a small glass jar. "If you start to, lose him, break it under his nose. It'll pull him back--stabilize him--and do a small amount of healing."