[He steadies her with his hand on that shoulder, a firm grip with some authority behind a comforting, short motion of his thumb.]

Steady there, lass. You've seen firsthand how miserable this affliction is to endure. [Sherwood has definitely noticed them around the clinic, while they have only passed by one another and this is their first direct interaction, she caught his attention.

There is just something about her, a unique sense that tickles the branching antlers on his temple. His specialty is magic that binds to the soul, it echoes off of them in an... interesting way. Unfamiliar magic, and therefore, a curiosity to Sherwood.]

What could make for a good reason?