He was pleased when she put the money away; he would feel so incredibly guilty if he had readily taken it from her. It's what his brother would have done - and that made him angry for a moment.
With a concerned glance he motioned for her to sit, feeling quite sad now for her. "I highly doubt that." Bringing out a quill and parchment be began to scribble. "I would like you to tell me what happened, what you do for a living and, if you wish to give it to me, your name, please. I will not repeat a word of this to anyone and this very paper shall be burnt the moment you are well again to keep any secrets between us. I just need to keep a record while I treat you. Is that suitable?" With a reassuring smile he hoped to God he could help her. "I am Daniel."