Brigham cannot deny that. His eyes close momentarily, a slow inhale drawing his focus back. He bestows another spell on the Herald: rejuvenate, to ease any weariness and even hasten the recovery of stamina.

"To speed you on your way, then," he relents. While he would prefer the Herald rest after battle and injury, the healer well understands the momentous work before the Inquisitor. He stands, then, brushing soil from the knees of his plain robes, though that does little for the dampness that has soaked into the hem - something all those currently stationed in the Fallow Mire seem to be getting used to.