She frowns, then absently lifts a thumb to her mouth so she can nibble her nail while she thinks. That doesn't sound very promising. The idea of them needing healers isn't much of a stretch; she doesn't remember anything about herself, and even her immediate surroundings are rife with puzzling objects and materials she can't name. Maybe she took a blow to the head, though when she cautiously prods at it, there's no pain or lumps or other signs of injury.

But if they both need healers, and this is meant to be a place for one, then where are they? Ill folk shouldn't be allowed to wander around like this. She might not know much, but that's just common sense. Someone ought to be looking after them, not just stopping them from leaving.

She lowers her hand. "You said you only tried one door. There are others?"