[ As planned, she stays awake the entire time, tending to her garden and going to check on her tomes that aren't in the tent. Her hearing is sharp enough that she will hear shifting and noises—

So when that strange language starts up, she begins to feel all too aware that it's not whatever they're speaking here. It almost sounds... no, she can't even place what it is, she's never heard anything like it. And the fact that she could understand it, much like how she comprehended dragons back home..

That's when she moves in to check, hearing him as he starts to murmur and she blinks in surprise at his motions. He definitely looks like he's in pain, and she keeps a distance until he looks like he's having a hard time getting up.

( That dastard who did this to him... ) she thinks, feeling troubled as she watches, though the cold water and towels were already prepared, and when he sits up, she quickly moves to place a hand on his back. ]

Breathe. It's alright now. You're fine...

[ She shifts so that she can look at him properly, waiting for him to compose himself. ]

... you were trapped in that and fighting to awaken. How are you feeling?

[ She's raised the light a little so they can see each other but not too much. ]