Rather understandably, Ilde recoils from that expression - her hesitating hands pull back like she's a little afraid, but she doesn't have the presence of mind to just bolt, steeling herself to try and actually get a response out of him. The clutch of her power around him loosens with one brief spike of empathically shared confusion and fear; the impulse that had driven it in the first place dissipates, and with it, the grip of magic she still doesn't know she has.

"What is it?" she tries, uneasy. "Are you -"

'Okay' seems like a stupid question. She revises.

"Do you need anything?"