At the stirring of the unconscious man, Juuri paused her humming, watching the features of his face as they twitched. When she had first found him, it was obvious he was suffering of over-exertion and exhaustion, among minor injuries. She turned back to her wash basin, grabbing her bowl and herb crusher. It was a good thing she had been prepared to treat the wounded animals in the wild when stumbling upon him, or else he would have suffered greatly.
She mixed the medicinal herbs with some honey and drink, then began to crush them. After a few moments, she was satisfied, and placed the bowl at the lips of the waking. "Daun," she soothed, gently urging the medicine into him, then "Drink," she repeated in common tongue. Juuri did not wish to startle him, and resumed her lullaby, hoping it would calm the confusion in this poor man's mind. Coming awake in an unfamiliar place could be quite distressing. She had treated many of the animals Avan cared for, as well as the sickness her own people fell victim to.
Just like the last, the sandstorm would rage deep into the night, and she hoped to keep this man here while he recovered enough energy to make the journey back to her home. In the morning she would go and get the proper leaves for bandages to treat his flesh wounds. Juuri believed the alien would recover nicely, and then he would be able to tell her what he was.