[After making sure he's gotten onto a bed, Mipha wastes no time in preparing things around the room--namely just a wet cloth to clean off any more blood that might have been missed or might need more than a dry wipe with a handkerchief.

His change in demeanor is chalked up to just exhaustion and dealing with the aftermath or whatever caused the wound to begin with, so she doesn't bat an eye at his complaining. In a way it sort of reminds her of Revali, and while most wouldn't find that comparison flattering, it makes Mipha smile as she wrings out the washcloth. When she walks back over to Mephisto, she walks around so she's at the side closest to his head and

promptly drops the damp washcloth over his face.

There's a quiet giggle and she reaches out to lift the edge of the cloth enough to at least see his eyes again and smiles]

Or perhaps you're just not sleeping well enough? Have you been eating your vegetables? [She's being playful, of course, because she doesn't make a connection right away between the Storm and a loss of abilities or anything.

A bit more seriously though, she adds:] If you wish to sleep for a little while, you can do so here. I'll watch over you.