Situation: Natasa walks in on Thrie and Andreus during a uh healing session.
There’s a pause, a long look, a raising of eyebrows. A half-addled nobleman with a recently amputated leg and a potential for madness doesn’t hold a huge amount of appeal, but Thrie’s earnest uh healing efforts are worth a second’s attention.
Natasa salutes Thrie’s lean back and says, “Rest well, Baron,” to the Justiciar before sweeping out of the tent and heading for her own guest yurt at a fast pace. She blatantly ignores anything the two might call to her as she leaves, unless it’s an invitation.