[Meteion can see it, though it is strange to her, it's not really any different than someone getting the sweet caress of healing magic. She can sense it, too--her empathy tells her that there is soothing not of her own doing. Good. She's done what she came here to do; help M. That's the most important thing. She didn't do it for his thanks, but when it comes, she smiles at him all the same.]

You're welcome. And you aren't. Leaning so much on my generosity, I mean. I'm happy to help! And Gurbahl will do what I ask, even if he wasn't happy about it.

[At that, the large green man looks startled for a moment, and then shakes his head.] This isn't something I'm unhappy about, my lady. Just unexpected, is all. Young sir, how might I help you best? After all her hard work, it'd be rude of me to wreck it by harming you.

[And it should be fairly clear in his demeanor that, giant though he is, Gurbahl is a gentle sort, normally. Though it's also clear that should someone threaten the bird, it was likely he'd take violent umbrage. It's in the way he moves, but he also edges closer to M and goes down on one knee, concern written on his face.]

Let him breathe, Gurbahl! You don't need to be in his face! [Not that he was truly in M's face--that would be too much of a challenge, especially for servant to Aion. Even if that Aion wasn't his. Still, he shuffles backwards awkwardly to give Makoto the space that Meteion demands of him. He's patient. He'll wait until the man is ready to move on his own, and just give support when needed. And it seems that Meteion is willing to wait for his strength to return, such as it is, as well.]

Do you want anything to eat after this? Even if it's something simple? I'm not sure how you feel about actual food, but I know that sort of thing is necessary to recover...

[Briefly, Meteion feels rather silly about it, but she shakes her head and offers the demon a smile. Even after everything, she has to be herself, and her concern is so clearly not feigned.]