Her words pulled him out of the oblivion he was slipping into, the one wherein he imagined what it would be like to touch her hair or curl his fingers around her throat... to watch that light die in her eyes as she suffocated by his hands alone. The public setting came back to his mind with a raucous noise that was almost irritating in its sudden reappearance within his awareness. He shook his head subtly, swallowed back the familiar desire to touch her.
"You are undiagnosed, perhaps.. given time they will find a reason for you illness and you will benefit from it," he said easily and looked down at the pamphlet he was touching. "You are ill, I would not.. recommend that you work in Saint Mungos, it is a good place to get sickness. But.. if you are aware of this risk, then.. perhaps it would be well."