Greatwater Lake Basic components of life

"Would you like to die, here?"  Frustration!
voice low, brusque; argent gaze quivering with it.  "You are in no condition to travel great stretches, fevered as you are,"  the stricken soon amended, letting her slim shoulders sigh,  "but, please, forgive me. I should have asked for your consent beforehand."  Sights alit upon what she had gathered, before returning to assessing the strider's coiled figure; studious.  "Your infections will continue to wear away at your health if left untended. If you will allow me to see to them ..."  thin ears flickering,  "I will do what I can."

She willed patience into the frustrated furrow of shorn brow; essayed instead to the properties she had managed to gather.  "Either way, I wonder if I have seen your face before, somewhere. Am I wrong?"