Rook gave a sly expression, not buying her ploys or evasions. "Well, you know after being confined to a bed for so long, I'm more than ready to bolt through the forest like a wild cat," he quipped. "As it is, however, I'm repaying my savior by helping her around her house. Even if she's in denial about her coughing fits. Ironic isn't it? That a healer should, herself, fall ill." Rook shook his head chidingly before he patted her back to help the coughing subside. "Now honestly. What are you making? Maybe I can help you with it."