[If she cannot have recognition, she will happily take him accepting her aid. Dakki nods in confirmation, trying to demonstrate her certainty. She wasn't entirely sure... but mostly sure. Sure enough to make claims.]

It's alright. It's the kind of thing that could happen to anyone, in this place.

[And so she dares close most of the rest of the distance between them, carefully reaching for her staff and holding it at her side. There's no judgement in her look, only concern.]

I'm trained in conjury. Would you allow me to try something? And then we'll go have a seat, if you're still feeling unwell.

[Some carefully-applied Esuna ought to clear the matter up.... and if not, it would surely not be too hard to convince him to hold her hand?]