Before she could fully enjoy the smile she'd elicited from him, before she could hedge about how being away from her family seemed at times as much blessing as curse, before, indeed, she could even probe him further about his work at DynTec -- a line of questioning that would have been her first, normally, as it was business related, but actually intrigued her more as a means of gaining a better understanding of his mind -- he had another attack. The gasp of pain and the way his body tensed indicated that his discomfort was more than passing. She slipped her free hand into his, holding tightly even as her thumb stroked his.
The severity of the attacks was beginning to concern her, and she wondered if it was best that he remain here; if he'd somehow sustained a brain injury, the sooner it was treated, the better the chance that he'd recover from it completely. She wasn't a doctor, but she knew at least that much.
"Elias," she said softly, not wanting to exacerbate his pain with words or volume, "perhaps we ought to get you to the hospital. I can drive you, if you like."