Matias
*With a frown, Matias looks over the girl and sighs, moving to cover her with a couple of the blankets, sitting her down on the bed with a gentle push. He gives a small smile as he moves to start building a low fire to boil water, speaking as he does, his tone soft and comforting.*
"I've never been much of a healer, but you're in no shape to fight, that's for sure. Rest, child. I'll see you set right. What do they call you?