There's a small smile on her lips as she lays her hand at the center of his chest, pressing her palm to his skin firmly, but gently. At least he's compliant.

She nods at his suggestion, eyes fully lit now as her Healing Warmth moves through him. Slowly, the wounds begin to knit together, and the warmth seems to bolster the fatigue.... for now, at least. She doesn't want to work too fast, and send him into shock. Angel now or no, she can feel that he's still.... new.

"What happened? ...if you don't mind my asking." Her voice is soft, soothing but still quite strong. She needs to know why exactly he's here like this, and while her techniques are much more kind than her soldiers, she does have a duty to her people.