"If you say so." Gabby glanced back to Owen with a wry smile, then looked back to her lap, smoothing her skirts down before she stood, collecting the last of the things she'd used to heal him. She brought them back to her horse and packed them again before crossing back to Owen, though she didn't sit quite yet.
"How are you feeling?" she asked, her hands idly toying with the folds on her skirt. She wasn't particularly in a rush to leave- though it might appear like she was- but she didn't know that she could sit still just yet.