Signy had shaken her head slightly, knowing the feeling—how long had Rhocanth had to adjust to his new place in life? She had seen this coming for some time, even though she had desperately hoped it would somehow be otherwise—but whatever had happened to him might have been sudden. However he had ended up where he had ended up. And that started afresh the gnawing curiosity to know what had happened to the young Garal. And then Imenry had walked up, and Signy's concentration had been slightly broken; she smiled at the mercenary, although it was a very small and meek sort of smile.
Still, for something offered to a surfacer, it wasn't a bad start.
Her eyes widened when Imenry mentioned the blood, and her gaze shot back and forth between the two of them; so it was blood, so he was hurt, so, so… It was a bit hard to tell if she was more worried or more sickened at the thought of someone wandering around for hours, at least, with blood all over them. When Rhocanth and Imenry started to head off, it took the mage a moment or two to register it; she was busy trying to remember the proper words and motions and frame of mind. She'd only healed two real things her whole life, though Dagna had made her practice obsessively. When she did start moving, she had to scamper slightly to catch up. (Why am I always scuttling everywhere like a panicked nug? she wondered, but the answers were all sort of unpleasant in character so she left the thought alone for now.)
"Wait, you don't need to waste money on a poultice or an herbalist," she offered, catching up to the dwarf and the barbarian as they neared Cormac, Falina, and the stranger/dog duo. She put them out of mind—magic required focus and inexperienced mages like her needed more of it than most. "They overcharge dreadfully," she nodded towards the one tent that sold herbal remedies, "and I can take care of it for you. Paragon Dagna taught me how." Just in case he needed to feel reassured. Although given the new propensity for Dwarven Mages to become murder-happy monsters, maybe it'd only worry him more. No, she couldn't worry about that just now. Focus. "It would be an honor for me to see to it for you, if you don't mind, at least."
That had sounded pretty good until the end there. Stupid babbling.