That small hiss is answer enough, really. Whatever it was she had done to strain herself in such a way, Gaius is quick to ensure she's made comfortable, helping her to wrap herself in the warm fur of the pelt as she shifts her position, and it's only once he's reasonably certain that she isn't going to attempt to get back up again that he nods to himself, turns away to collect the little jar of ointment she had generously made for him.

And that should have been the end of that. He had every intention of leaving, after thanking her and bidding her to rest. The promise to return later and check in on her is there on the tip of his tongue as he turns back to her-

But that question.

That question stops him, pale eyes widening as he looks down at the young woman. And there's a long moment before he can answer, hesitating before he speaks.

"...yes. Yes, I'm Gaius Baelsar."

Where did that come from...? He's quite sure he doesn't know the woman; he would remember someone so striking, he thinks, because such a mask would stick out in any number of the places he's been to, over the years. But there's a spark of recognition in the woman's eyes, the suddenness of which brings that soft frown back to his features, and he pauses again before he continues, a wary edge to his tone.

"And I'm...sorry, but I do not believe we've met before. Have we?"