Simin listened, quietly. Acting as though they were too occupied with other things to avoid seeming like they were paying too much attention. When the attention shifted to them, a rag was extended in A scaly hand, but did not come near the man's face. Tibble was always a difficult one for Simin. The man despise even having them touch the plate their food was on, and they had to always use a clean tag when bringing the man food or drink. A few times, the etiquette had been forgotten, only for Simin to have a plate knocked out of their hands or ale splashed in their face. They were careful to not actually touch the man again, now that he was half aware of things. "A healer has been sent for." Simin informed them, almost in a whisper. "You seem to know medicine, what should this one do?" They asked Salogon, unsure how to move forward.