She smiles and greets him in kind, though her attention stays on the task at hand. Mostly just to keep her mind busy. If she's focused on this, she can't focus on the other flood of things trying to clamor somewhere back to the front of her mind.

"Bandages," she answers easily enough. "It won't be perfect, but better than nothing." If they had the supplies for it, she could sew a mean stitch or two– thanks, Heleen– but this will just have to do for now.

She glances up at him, "Do you think it'll be reversible?" she asks, maybe a little abruptly, but it's pretty easy to know she means the ritual- she has her own growths and lesions sprinkled across her arms, tears in her pants from one down at her shin.