The whisper is acknowledged, but he doesn't act on it just yet. His main focus is still her, with her chest rising and falling under his hands - he's still working on steadying her muscles, knitting together torn fragments, repairing the more detailed damage he 'missed' on the first pass.

The taste of her blood is in his mouth as he works, and he can feel it working throughout his body - a most unfamiliar feeling, but not one that is unpleasant.

As her gasping breaths steady into something that is a greater semblance of 'normal' - she's still not perfect, and she won't be for some time - Skellig glances up at Taweret.

His voice is raspy and raw when he speaks to her - as if he has been screaming. "I would put her in the bed, if you would allow it?" She is still covered in blood, patches of his feathers stuck to her skin where wounds have been erased.