May
She pauses as she looks at Dovie, rubbing her neck as she thinks. "It depends really. Mostly when someone's injured I am, because injured folks are rarely cooperative ones. I had a workmate burn his arm once and he wouldn't let me see it. I guess he thought a Beastkin couldn't or wouldn't know what to do, so I had to get a grip on him before I could see or heal it."

From the tone of her voice, it was a rather irritating memory at best. Head tilted she smiles a bit. "Otherwise depends on who's around I suppose. Once I was a rope for some friends of mine who were going down off the dock to look for treasure."

Odd memories as she speaks frankly.
Ann
As he listen to Cynthia, Dovie watches himself coil a strand of hair around his index finger. "Hm... I can understand that. Some people are indeed reluctant." A soft smile curves on his face as he also reminiscences and hears about Cynthia's entertaining interactions. Still, his expression returns back to contemplation. 

He unravels the hair from his finger and opens up his palm for a glowing seed to sprout. It immediately expands in size to become a lustrous will-o-wisp. "I guess we just have different styles of healing." 

The orb bobs up and down on his palm until Dovie takes his hand back. It spins itself around, hovering in the air for a second. Then, with a gentle tap of his middle finger, the orb floats towards Cynthia. 

"I like to keep my distance from people. Especially fellow strangers." His voice didn't hold hostility, but sounded more like a casual answer to a question. He kept his eyes cast downward as they followed the orb landing on the ground in front of Cynthia.
May
"Well... Depending on your position in society, folks can feel maybe you don't know what you're doing," As she looks at her hands, a green glow forming between her fingers. It looks both organic and immaterial somehow, moving like a living thing across her fingertips. She shakes it off, frowning a bit. It'd taken quite some time to learn and *Still*...

She paused seeing the sprout, then the will o' the wisp as it floats and spins. Something she couldn't do, or rather hadn't been properly taught. She was fully self learned. Chuckling she said, "Nothing wrong with different styles. And I'll remember that." Her tone was serious, and light as she looks at the orb floating in front of her.

"That looks much more complex than anything I've been able to teach myself."
Ann
He lifts his eyes to meet Cynthia. "That's true. At that point, I don't bother myself with those kinds of people." 

He also lets out a chuckle and nods at their mutual agreement. He felt more at ease now to continue his search for hidden goodies. 

"Would you believe me if I said I'm also self-taught? It's really not anything impressive though, I started at a very young age and," Dovie looks at his hair once again, "I believe it's something hereditary for me." 

He walked along the walls and felt the fabric of the tapestries as he passed by. "I think being able to heal burns is already a good sign. When did you start learning? 

He still kept three-fourths of his body turned to Cynthia while speaking to her, but he headed to the open area. The floor had mismatched spots of grass and dried dirt. To the far right was a broken woody dummy in the shape of a dwarf with small rusty mace stuck in it.