Eir was next to herself - there was starting to become too many things happening at one time - and yet she neeeded to be here as well as other places at the same time. She couldn't tell Asklepios to go away - for she genuinely liked his company and the generous gift he had given - which she had yet to ask the pertinent questions.
Her temple were starting to throb again and no, she didn't believe in using it over a mild case as simple as hers. Eir knew what would happen if she didn't get some rest soon but still, Detmold was taxing on her hold, there was Sigyn and now Tyr. She sat down heavily on the couch next to him, trying to think of a coherent way of making a conversation though coupled with the nausea and headache - it was even more difficult for her. "I wouldn't, I wouldn't..." Eir for a moment, cradled her own head with between her two palms. "How do they heal?"
Then he asked - why would he ask?
"Could you be still with me?" She blurted out, "Just.. be still with me." Therein was her need to know that there was someone there who didn't need her expertise and yet in a way, was just an example of something worth all the blood and gore.