A warm hand made warmer by magic, at the round of her back where he knows it hurts most when the coughs spasm. The healing comes naturally-- but he doesn't prolong it. It's hard to work without seeing what you're working on, and when she relaxes again, he follows.

"What do you call all this, then?" Sorrel huffs an amused breath, when they're again settled, and then has to blow to keep her hair from going up his nose, "You weren't running away, coming to the Inquisition. You were looking for help. You're strong, even if your body isn't living up to you right now. Anyone can see it."