He watches Daithi for a moment, quiet too and thoughtful. His hand lingers for a moment perhaps longer than necessary, magic fading. His voice is gentle when he answers; "It will recover." It is exhausted for the moment, much like he suspects the Herald's is, and their other mage companions. The healer glances to the others; they will require tending, too, once they have a moment, but their need is not dire. Brigham's attentions remain then, perhaps selfishly, with the Herald. "How are your hurts?" he asks, soft.