Bryan
*She paused in the middle of her work, once his wound had shrank and mostly closed up. There was an almost dead look on her face and she let out a deep sigh, shaking her head.* "Not again," *She muttered, before continuing her work, otherwise not granting him a response.*
Shannon
A shit-eating grin overtakes his face, "What, Priestess? Don't want to make sure I'm injured anywhere else? For all you know one of limbs could've detached!" He does the removing thumb trick, "See! See! My thumb! Oh the agony!" He says, pretending to faint
Bryan
*Once she was sure that he was healed, she sighed and got to her feet.* "Do you make a habit of hitting on people who've just saved your life?" *She asked, a note of weariness in her voice. Pulling a cookie from a pocket in her robes, she handed it to the man.* "Here. Have this cookie, and have a nice day. However, if you have any other needs of the Temple of Mara, I am at your service."
Shannon
He hops back onto his legs, "I'll have you know that I do!" He says with a grin, "Awww, for me? You shouldn't have! See, I knew you liked you me!" He says, his shit-eating grin unwavering, "I actually do, I'm looking for man, about yea high," He says, putting his hand a few inches above his head, "Red hair, weird accent, sells snake oil." He asks, "I need his help with something but can't seem to find him anywhere."
Bryan
*She let out a deep sigh, recognizing the description of the man.* "You're looking for Brynjolf, aren't you? He should be out in the square. Or at least that's where he usually is this time of day. If he isn't there, then I don't know where he is. I'm sure that some of his... Less reputable friends would know though."
Shannon
"I'll have you know that I *Am* One of his less reputable friends!" He says, feigning a pout, "I might loiter here for a bit, if that's alright, really boring out there, plus you know, gotta lie low after getting stabbed."