Vicky shakes her head at the conversation. 'This is going nowhere fast', she thinks to herself, 'and adding anything of my own will most likely be a bad idea at this point'. She agrees that they needed to get out of the cold, and soon. However, she isn't very keen on just marching up to the cave. This 'cleric' obviously believes that it would be a bad idea. For all she knows, he might be mad, but being mad doesn't mean he can't be right.
While the other discusses away, she walks up to the sick man. Somehow, she was completely mistaken at first, he isn't very old at all. Just in a very bad physical state. She meets his eyes and sees that they are sharp, but he seems somehow to talk. "Don't worry, I'm physician," she tells him, hoping he understands English. 'Well, at least was,' she thinks to herself.
Lacking any equipment, she has to improvise. She puts her finger on his neck to find his pulse. It's weak, but seems to be stable. She puts her hand under her armpit to warm it up a bit before laying her palm on his chest, to feel his breathing. 'He won't last very long, even if we get him somewhere warm.'. She tries not to let her face betray her thoughts. There is very little she can do for him, except prevent him from freezing to death straight away. She takes a few of the larger sheets of the papers and wraps them around his body. "This will feel a bit cold at first, but it will help you conserve your body heat."