Eyes cast over the leg, noticing how unwilling to heal the injury was. She was fairly certain that despite being a trained healer herself, if the other woman’s healing spell weren’t working, hers wouldn’t either. Ferrah was silent for a moment before pulling a container of gel out of her belt pouch. “ Try rubbing this on it. It’s my family’s recipe. ” If there was one thing she still gave her family credit for was all the healing prowess that was still stored away. A family of doctors and healers on one side and knights on the other did give her a nice advantage for certain situations. “ I’d offer to heal it, but I’m not sure I’d do any better than yourself. ”
Ferrah set the gel down, looking the girl with a light smile. “ I am. Ferrah Iilucious of the Second Division. Too bad we couldn’t meet under slightly better circumstances. You’re injured and can’t walk, and my bag of gald is missing. ” Though, she thought in the end she may would rather have her health than money, so perhaps she had the better deal.
While usually untrusting of others’ kindness--always suspicious of a hidden motive, mostly just paranoia--Tear accepted the offer. She felt assurance in the fact that they both worked for the same organization. She also gave Ferrah her thanks for offering to heal her. Whether or not it was true that Tear was implied as the better healer, she did not know. The girl seemed distressed in her own right, so it felt rude to ask for her to try.
“True enough, though” She commented on the instance of their meeting, “I had heard about you from the inside. You seemed like a nice enough person.”
“If you’ll be going, I would suggest caution.” Tear warned. “Something stirred the monsters around here, and this...” She motioned her hand over to the ill-looking patch of skin on her leg, now coated with gel, “It should’ve healed by now. This isn’t the first I’ve been scratched like this.”
