"Am I sure of what?" Amberdrake asks after taking a longer pull from his thermos, "I am a Healer, surely there are plenty more who could use my Gift today... and this is no place to take a rest."

Because no, he doesn't trust the quiet around here, either.

And he doesn't ask who is coming, or how the young man knows. Perhaps he is a mind-speaker? Drake already knows he does something akin to mind-magic, which he isn't particularly worried by.