"You are injured?" she asked in that same even voice. It was pitched to neither alarm nor panic, a voice that was meant, and worked in her world, to let the other know that if assistance was needed, it was available.

He did not need to know that she was a healer, that she did not know where there was official medical help.

Of course, if he was not injured or ill, and he used an answer like that, he could be a troublemaker.

She missed her beat stick. She also desperately missed having a beat partner. Somehow she had a feeling Teela would find this whole situation amusing. Not... that Teela's amusement was ever comforting.