<b>Yartar Cart and Barge - Hand of Yartar Guildhall</b><br/><br/>Betty frowned slightly at the line of questioning. The alchemist steepled her fingers on the table top while pondering how best to respond.<br/><br/>"Tathariel wanted some advice about medication," the redhead explained carefully, "and, as it was regarding a condition of, shall we say, an intimate nature, but unrelated to our current discussion, I'd rather not share any more information."<br/><br/>The alchemist winced, aware that she probably wasn't helping her case, but not quite able to completely abandon her physician's code. Given the nature of her work, this was, at the very least, hypocritical, not that Betty was in the mood for that kind of introspection.<br/><br/>She tried to distract herself by taking another mouthful of tea, entirely unsure how to proceed. The redhead could almost feel her emotions leaking into her posture and expression, yet she lacked the control to regain control. Just how much did this infuriating woman know?<br/><br/>"I can understand that," Betty agreed, once again struggling to keep her tone neutral, "and I definitely don't want to be a cause of concern."<br/><br/>The Guild Mistress' offer, when it came, was as unexpected as it was welcome. If Tathariel was to be part of the Hand, even on a trial basis, the elf was effectively untouchable. But the offer of work, no, not just work, but<i>business</i>, that was something to be cherished.<br/><br/>"Please," Betty offered demurely, as she rose to follow the Mistress, "I would be honoured to offer whatever assistance I can."