"A hero was summoned," Fjorm states simply, trying to reorganize herself, looking deeply wounded over Kiran leaving.  She had gotten so close to Kiran, there were times she sensed his summons as clearly as he did.  "Bring some hot water to the courtyard.  The hero is hurt."<br/><br/>She took a moment repositioning her dress and grabbing her staff, duty quickly sobering her.  She strode majestically to the courtyard, ready to perform the healing required, tired, dejected and decidely rejected.