"I'm sorry I wasn't there for you." She did feel bad. Patrick had been ill. She should have been there. She frowned and glanced to him, "couldn't you heal it? I thought Saints had restorative powers?" She wasn't always sure how that worked. Greek Gods and being tended to overlap a lot, and it seemed the same for him and his fellows.
Despite not wanting to talk about her hostage situation she gave a smile. "I prayed to you. Wasn't even sure it'd work. I was just so worried about you. Wanted to make sure you knew I was okay. But seeing what and who I am I wasn't sure. It felt weird. I'm worried it affects my neutrality, which is a silyl thing to worry about."