"See with your feelings, for those shall never deceive you," Airinthia replied. Poor soul, how long had he been wandering the forest alone, fending off the fell beasts? Though she had never encountered a darkspawn before coming to aide the king and the Grey Wardens, she had encountered demons and abominations, her first being during her Harrowing, the test of all Mages. Tearing a small strip from her cloak, she soaked it in the water, covering his forehead. "Drink," she said, holding the flask to his lips, tilting it to allow the precious fluid to pour into his mouth. Her healing spells were limited, as Irving had seen fit to focus her training on the ancient Elven art, which she alone seemed to possess. Though she'd longed to be a healer, she was now grateful that she had the skills to battle as she had, knowing that without them, she likely would be another body, littering the ground.