"Wonderful, you are on your feet." Averen spoke from behind her, trapping her head in a gentle grip to keep her from turning it to see. "No need to see me; when your head feels better, Rose, I need some brown paper from the attic. You can remember that, correct?"
Bodily limits after a fever were reduced, a simple task should be alright. If not; he was in no rush, it would be to wrap the human in, just like any other fresh butcher.