His response about her made her eyebrows rise in surprise. He was analyzing her like she did to him; however he did have a point. Her desire to help people, no matter who they are, was probably something that was going to get her into trouble somewhere in the future. The team always warned her about her kindness and that it was bound to get them into trouble. Cerith was making the same point they were but, he seemed to be going about it in a much kinder fashion. 

“I’ve seen a lot.” She responded softly in a whisper. “But my gut feeling has never stirred me wrong. And,” Her green eyes flicked up to him as her full lips curled into a gentle smile. “I have a feeling I’m not wrong about you.” She said with a nod. 

When he mentioned that she shouldn’t use all of her magic she nodded a gently removed her hand from his side and pulled back down his shirt. When he bowed his head, she returned the gentle bow as well before climbing to her feet. Once he was up she tilted her head. “Listen Cerith,” Her voice was soft and gentle, just like when she was healing him, “Your internal damage is pretty bad. If you don’t have a safe place to stay, I’d like you to come stay with my group. At least for the night so you can heal properly; and we have food.” She said with a grin giving her bag that was around her shoulder a small pat. “I just picked up some stuff from the town and we have enough to feed another person comfortably. Please.” 

Her big green eyes stared up at him as if begging for him to join her. He wasn’t safe by himself, and probably wouldn’t be able to get a comfortable night sleep. For wizards these days, running left little time for sleep and eating proper meals. This something as important as being in a group can help the survival of all the wizards; however it was still a risk.