The healer doesn't mind, now that Daithi's curiosity doesn't come with risk of exacerbating a wound. The handkerchief he had been holding in his lap he now wets with a skin of water, and cleans the area of blood to double check. Satisfied, he looks to the Herald. "You do not need to thank me, Your Worship. I am only glad I can be of use. If you wish to rest, it will do you good."