[Hold her hand there he does, whispering gentle encouragement until the spell fades away. That was nowhere near what he's used to her doing in Orsterra, but she has new abilities to learn just like he does. That she can do it at all might have saved her life, and definitely saved her a lot of pain.]

Heh, I hardly did anythin' at all. That was all you, Ophilia. [He adjusts the padding and bandage around her chest, satisfied with the change in appearance of her breathing.] And you did great. Breathing should be easier for you now.

[His fingers find the bruises on her neck, then, though he still doesn't touch them; he turns instead to take back the jar of balm and apply some to those, too. They look like they must hurt, and she's having trouble speaking.]

You don't have to talk, if it's hard. Just take it easy. I'm gonna put some of this on your other bruises, and then get you a dose of something for the pain. That all right?

[Much as he doesn't like seeing her cry, he can think of half a dozen reasons why she is right now, and all of them are enough on their own, let alone together. He squeezes her hand again before moving on with the balm and carefully patting her head afterward, this time.]