Nyima looked at Rayn as he walked away from her, not allowingher to heal him at all. She shook her head and returned the water to the pouch and crossed her arm. He was difficult to work with at times. She nearly had to tie him to the chair the last time she healed him and it wasn't something as simple as a bloody nose. She crossed her arms and watched him as he grabbed some paper towel and held it against his nose. When he asked about her breathing, she hesitated, "I'm fine... Why are you looking at my chest?" she shot back, raising an eyebrow. 

She sighed and walked over to him, "If you aren't going to let me heal you, at least do it right," she gently placed her hands on his head and tipped it forward, "This way the blood doesn't go down your throat... It will stop it too..."

She moved over to the table and took a seat, looking at him, "So... who beat me to the punch?"