Caduceus looks around in search of the source of the voice inside his head. It takes him a moment to realize it's the gentleman he's steadying that is speaking to him. Well, not speaking, but close enough.

"My name is Caduceus. I'm a healer. You seem sick or injured, so I thought maybe I could do something for you about that. If you want." He remembers Henry Crabgrass's insistence on consent. It really is a good policy to follow. He isn't sure why anyone would not want to be healed, but it never hurts to ask.