Beren squared his jaw, but otherwise he didn't show any discomfort as she helped him. Well, this was a bit familiar for him, but he was glad for the help. Lack of sleep and injuries made him a bit more weary and a bit less wary. Not in a drunken way, say, but definitely less scrupulous. He looked to take her confession as a former priestess without doubting her. Then again, he also had no reason to think she would lie. His burns were not too hazardous, but it was plain to see how they would take some time to heal. 

"Thank you. I have some salve in my room. I can run it on tonight," he told her, taking a long drink from his jug. A small trickle of water escaped his lips and slid down his strong neck, the long droplet making a turn at every indention of muscle down his torso. He put the jug down, turning and listening attentively as pondered her question about the Sultana. 

He flinched when she pressed into the wound, looking at her with a perplexed smile. "You're right, it's strange, but it wasn't 'cause of me." He chuckled, not realizing she had likely added pressure through an absent mind. After another wince, the pain died down again. "Whatever it was, it used to be a man. And after I killed it...it smelled like one. Except for his arm. It stunk of sulfur and rot."

She began sliding the bandage over his wound, and when he tried to help she gently but firmly kept his hands down. 

"I think it had something to do with the calamity. The thing that hit the forest north of here." He admitted, and then glanced behind him to make sure there was no chance of others listening in. His voice was soft. "I saw what was in it... I know the stench of hell. The calamity brought it and whatever attacked reeked like it." 

He shrugged his muscular shoulders. "As for the Sultana, I'm not big into gossip. Like any high borne thrown out of their home, she probably has six others, or she's looking to take the city back somehow. If she's still alive, at least. You might be able to find out more in the slums, but I wouldn't go in there without someone to watch your back." 

He ran his hand over the bandage, feeling a dull ache but otherwise finding he felt better. "I can go with you if you want." He offered.