Symon's lips quirked up at this answer. He always did appreciate a little bit of practicality. They were silent for the rest of the short walk to the cave, but it was a companionable sort of silence. The cave itself was cool and dark the opening wide and even, the sunlight filtering through the long hanging moss that half obscured its entrance.

At the gesture, Symon sank down on a small outcrop of the rocky cave wall, and tilted his head a touch for Asra to access his wound.

"Muriel?" He asked his voice neutral. "A friend of yours?"