Letting go of the child's hand to move swiftly to the bedside, Skellig helps the woman sit up so she can spit the blood onto the linens - which are already quite stained.

"She is safe, as are you."

With the hand that is closest to her spine, he flattens his palm against her skin, the clammy texture causing his fingers to stick to the layers of sweat and grime. His first priority is working to stop the spasms that are causing the coughs, and then the second is to drain some fluid from her lungs, ease the struggle that each breath fights.

"My name is Skellig, I am a healer. You are quite ill," that is an understatement with the threads of disease running through her bloodstream. "But you are wise to seek the aid of the Great Lady."

Obviously, that is not him! But he has connections.