My responsibility is to feed us both, actually.

[Despite the brave face, Krile is well aware she will be rendered useless without both sustenance and rest. Alphinaud provides a convenient way to take care of that without feeling as though she shirks her duties.

But she can't help him stand, and true concern is writ across her features until he makes it to his feet without stumbling. She does care about him.]

I imagine you're rather stiff, but anything sharper than an ache or two I expect to hear about.

[Even if they ultimately agree he can heal himself the rest of the way.]