Had Ali been well, her calling herself a witch might have taken him aback more. Like every common man, he was superstitious. He remembered his da telling him of specters in the woods, and black magic performed in strange rituals in covens within the bosom of the great forests. But he had never heard of a witch saving someone's life, and as far as he had seen, she had not asked anything of him. No cup of blood, no bargaining for his soul, no firstborn child. If she was a witch, maybe they weren't so bad. 

Or maybe people were simply stupid. 

She tucked him in, surprisingly gently. He felt she had the hands of a healer, not of wickedness. He could not know how he was sure, but he knew he was, somehow. Ali found himself fading away back to sleep before he even knew it, and an unknown slip of time passed as he shut down, his body slowly healing from her herbs and care. 

Something caused him to wake up. He had never been a light sleeper, but as was as if something had taken his hand and helped him wake up. He stirred, groaning quietly, until he heard a voice in the doorway. 

"I'm not here to play games with you, witch. I'm here for what I'm owed." 

Ali did not know if he had the strength to sit up, but he was deathly curious on what was going on. The voice was gruff, that of a man that was on the precipice of running out of patience. Normally, Alidren was notably strong, but right now he felt far too weak to really help out in anyway. He almost cursed himself, but he felt the need to be quiet unless the man tried to force entry, in which case Ali would need to be prepared. If it came to that, he hoped she didn't expect him to be like a knight in shining armor. Even if he would certainly try. 

He held his breath in anticipation, reading his muscles in case he needed to burst out of bed quickly.