Raul
Scarlett Prynne

Scarlett nodded a little as she listened to the story, her mind still a little fuzzy and slow from the trauma; it was a lot to process. What had become of her carriage driver? What had become of her belongings? And where would she go now? The only real relief that Cerei's explanation brought was the fact that someone was paying for their stay, so at least the unexpected expense wouldn't put her in the poor house. 

When the food was offered to her, she shook her head a little and murmured, "I'm not hungry.. Though I would take something to drink." 

While the healer got the tray situated and everything, Scarlett focused on Cerei and replied, "Yes, yes of course."
Michelle
Cerei Davren
Witherlands

Cerei had to eat slowly due to the person helping her being utterly incompetent. It was as if they had never ate themselves. She paused in between bites and sighed. "Why would anyone pay for our stay? Are you important? I am only a blind beggar from a poor part of town. No one cares about me at all." Cerei said, before a spoonful of the potato and meat stew was shoved in her mouth. She sputtered and tried to maintain her dignity as she ate. 

She finally finished the bowl, grateful that she finally was full but extremely annoyed. "I apologize if I ask too much, but I have seen many different types of people. Not many people around here have the type of many it takes to pay for two people to have an extended stay in a medic."
Raul
Scarlett Prynne
Witherlands

Scarlett's brow furrowed at Cerei's question, confusion etched across her face as she turned to look at the girl. Of course, Cerei was blind, so she couldn't see Scarlett's confused look; that was one thing Scarlett would have to get used to when talking to this girl. She had never met a blind person and, quite frankly, found it a little disconcerting. She hoped she didn't appear rude, at least...

"I don't know why anyone would pay for our stay," She replied honestly. "I don't know anyone in this town—I don't even know what town we're in, quite frankly! But I'm certainly no one important to anyone here. Or at least I don't think I am." 

She started to reach for the water skin, then stopped as the bruised flesh of her arm seized up, a faint grunt of pain escaping her. The healer at her side took note of this and quickly took the skin and offered it to her, except the healer wasn't very good at it and ended up dumping the water up her nose. Scarlett coughed and sputtered quite a bit, giving the woman a glare as she snapped, "Have you never given someone a drink in your life?"
Michelle
Cerei Davren
Witherlands

Cerei giggled as the woman spilled the water, but immediately reverted to her respectful state. Her parents infused her with the need to not be intrusive into other people's day, to the point of intense boredom. "That is very strange, though not impossible. Someone might have just felt bad for us." She said, shrugging her shoulders. 

"I hate to be the cause of all of this. I can't do much, but I do have something." She said, grabbing the purse from around her neck. Inside was her days money, a sizable amount because of the wealthy individuals about.
Raul
Scarlett Prynne
Witherlands

The healer gave Scarlett a dirty look for being snippy, but the next time she gave Scarlett a drink, she was more careful and none of the water spilled. Scarlett drank deeply while she listened to Cerei, stopping just before Cerei offered the purse to her. 

She stared at the bag for a moment, a little confused, but the tell-tale jingle of the coins inside told her what it was. A glance at Cerei's clothes also told her, however, that Cerei was in no position to be giving away her earnings like that. Her clothes were so drab and dreary—so different from the clothes that Scarlett wore! 

"No," She replied, shaking her head. "I couldn't take that from you. You need it! I'm taken care of for now, just with someone paying for the healer's. It was just an accident." 

She smiled at Cerei as she added, "I think people in this town must care about you more than you think."
Michelle
Cerei Davren
Witherlands

Cerei looked confused as Scarlett told her she didn't need it. "What do you mean? I caused your current circumstances, so I feel the need to at least help you a little. I can always make more. It's not very... Challenging." Cerei said, stopping abruptly so she didn't say too much. 

She paused for a moment as Scarlett spoke again. "You think? I'm just a beggar. I'm not anything special. That's a nice idea, but utterly impossible." Cerei said, blushing slightly. She wasn't used to positive comments.
Raul
Scarlett Prynne
Witherlands

She smiled a bit at Cerei's blushing and incredulity at what Scarlett had said; Cerei seemed like such a sweet girl, and Scarlett had already taken quite a liking to her. The other girl's voice itself was soothing, and despite the circumstances, Scarlett was glad that Cerei had come to visit her. 

"I doubt that," She replied warmly. "You're certainly not *Just* A beggar. In any case, I can't take your money. It was an accident, and well... We shouldn't have been going so fast. Besides, I'm sure I can find some work once I'm healed."
Michelle
Cerei Davren
Witherlands

Cerei had never heard this many compliments in her life. Usually people automatically placed the blame on her no matter what event occurred. She tried to avoid blushing but couldn't avoid the heat burning behind her cheeks. She grinned widely for a moment, revealing the beautiful smile that was the one thing her parents forced her to maintain. 

"What sort of work do you perform? You act as if it's the easiest thing in the world." She said, losing the grin. She was always looking for opportunities.
Raul
Scarlett Prynne
Witherlands

It was Scarlett's turn to blush now, a bright pink hue settling over her cheeks as she looked away from Cerei. In general she wasn't ashamed of her profession, but Cerei seemed so innocent and sweet. She didn't want Cerei to think badly of her because she was a lady of the night! If Cerei could see, she no doubt would have noticed the lettering stitched to her—

Her clothes! Scarlett was distracted for a moment by the sudden realization that the clothes she had been wearing were gone, and she was now wearing a white cotton shift that, while light and comfortable, was very clearly not something she would usually wear. She hoped her belongings had been retrieved, particularly her clothes. One couldn't exactly attract customers in a shitblood's dress!

She paused, taking a deep breath to calm herself before finally replying, "I, uh... Keep people company and such. Care for them and everything." Not a lie, really...
Michelle
Cerei Davren
Witherlands

Cerei frowned, her mind racing. "Wait, but that.. That wouldn't pay for..." She said, before the look on her face changed. You could almost peer into her mind and see the lightbulb switch. "Are you one of those women like Ms. Rulette that come out when it gets too late? The ones my mother called a *Wife-killer* And my dad called a *Whore* Because if so then I've always wanted to know what you do that makes my father get all anxious and my mother to get angry. He apparently paid for the company of one a few years ago and mother has not let it go." Cerei said, sharing far to many details. 

"He has apologized many times, but if all you do is keep them company then I don't see an issue." Cerei said, grinning widely.
Raul
Scarlett Prynne
Witherlands

Heat flushed through Scarlett's face, her face positively flaming as she stared down at the blankets covering her. She wished she could be anywhere but here, in that moment; she'd like to crawl under a rock! *Too bad the carriage didn't crush me too,* She thought morbidly. 

That smile... Cerei was so innocent and sweet, and quite frankly, it would be terrible of Scarlett to let the kid know what her father had done. She cleared her throat and hesitated a moment longer before saying awkwardly, "Maybe your mom was just, uh, worried that he'd develop feelings for his companion or something. A little jealous is all. You should, uh, ask your mom about it sometime, maybe. I, uh... I don't come out when it gets too late or anything. My... Clients... Usually seek me out."