Thaler was rather startled by Aemoten's joke, was there truth in that? She wasn't sure, he sounded somewhat sincere with his words, despite the joke, it was almost...ironic? She wasn't sure, it was hard to tell but it changed nothing. She wasn't going to do anything to Aemoten, she couldn't risk it. While putting him 'down' for a few months would be ample rest it was likely to hurt, a lot, she didn't want that for him. Not really. She just wanted him to sleep, she just wanted him to get better and stop trying to fix everyone, to take a moment for himself rather than worry over strangers and maniacs and gods and lunatics. She just...wanted them to be able to laugh and smile and joke like they had the night before, to just be people and not warriors and crusaders and victims. She didn't want to be a victim, she didn't want them to be victims, [i]You better stick to your word,[/i] she thought to the god who'd promised her the protection of her friends. 

When he offered the outlander to her as a source of healing she lightly shook her head, “The woman is angry with me, I learned a long time ago not to trust people angry with me. Especially with my health.” She said quietly, there was no explanation, it wasn't needed she didn't think. She wanted to tell him more, tell him to come with her, tell him to...it didn't matter though, he was the leader through and through. He was always going to be it too, the good of the group and all that. She admired him for it as much as it infuriated her, so she saved her breath and shifted her weight to better support her wounds. 

Then he wished her well, she hadn't expected that reply, it stunned her a moment. She was grateful though, so grateful, a relaxation seeped into her tense muscles and she sighed gently. “You too, I mean it.” She uttered lightly, “And be careful.” She added. 

With that she turned and went on her way, she had a road to find and travel to Zerul to arrange. There was an irritated squawk behind her and she stopped again. The dishevelled bird, flapped and fell like a rock off the back of the donkey, it tried again to take to the air and failed, flapping, falling, half tumbling and hopping across the ground towards the Daywalker. It grabbed the hem of the skirt and through stubborn indignation pulled itself up. Thaler bent to guide it up, getting pecked for the effort, until the Crow was arranging itself on her shoulder. Another squawk, directly in her ear and the Daywalker continued on her way. 

At least she had a companion, she allowed her fingers to caress the birds chest...and got pecked again, a grumpy companion.