Barnstorm had seemed rather content to help her, but Maleki was right, she was probably being unfair to the kind man.  She had already admitted she was wrong and agreed to leave things alone, so she let that issue go unremarked.  It took her a moment to process what he said next, as she went to wrap the bandages around his torso to protect the wounds he had suffered. His meaning hit her all at once.  He had thought she was a prostitute and it seemed to have thought her comments on his appearance were a sign of something...physical attraction?  This seemed to be his way of saying he was also attracted to her, but it was an odd way to say it and Aleksandra did her best to keep her face neutral.<br/><br/>"Thank you, I suppose..." It was not as if she was unaware of the effect she had on men. There had been many who had tried to court her and reason Sebastian LeVane left her alive.  He wanted her.  He had not been shy about it and if the servants in her father's overtaken castle had not helped her that night, he likely would have had her, whether she wanted it or not.<br/><br/>"Then perhaps he will learn a lot from you once you're well enough to return to the back of the caravan."  She said as her hands moved over his body and secured the wrapping.  This was the closest thing to a civilized conversation they had experienced and he was half drunk and gravely wounded. It did not bode well for things.<br/><br/>"You should rest. What I did...It will hold better if you rest."  She stepped back and allowed him to lay back against the cot.  Aleksandra turned her attention to cleaning up her tools until she heard him taking in even breaths.  Even with the magic she had used, infection was not impossible so she remained close, intending to stay awake through the night to ensure he was okay.  It was several hours before both the fatigue of her spellcraft and her own weariness took her over, and she nodded off in the stool by his bedside.<br/><br/>It was Tommen who found them in the morning, both still asleep. He should have been more vocal about his entrance to the tent, but instead, he simply pulled back one of the flaps and stepped inside, to find a situation that felt rather strange to him.<br/><br/>Aleksandra's head had found a pillow in Maleki's shoulder.  Both of them looked rather peaceful in that moment, though he was quite sure his companion was rather...antagonistic...toward the healer, there had to be a story there, right?  Tommen cleared his throat loudly.<br/><br/>Aleksandra stirred and for a moment she did not remember where she was.  She felt the warmth of skin against her cheek and forehead and there was a fleeting feeling of comfort and safety, before reality set in and she realized what had happened.<br/><br/>"I fell asleep, I wanted to make sure he was okay through the night."  Aleksandra offered to Tommen, who held his hands up like she did not need to explain. The smirk on his face told her otherwise, but Maleki would likely be awake soon so that seemed like a bad idea.<br/><br/>"How soon until he's back in action?" Tommen asked.<br/><br/>"A day or two..."  She responded without thinking and Tommen looked confused.  He did not know much about arrow wounds, but that seemed rather quick.  Aleksandra caught his surprise and shook her head.<br/><br/>"The wounds were largely superficial, not as deep as I first worried.  He just needs time to rest and regain his strength..."