“Ian!” she roared when she entered the temple and was met with shocked stares and hushed words to be quiet. It was a temple after all and one was expected to be silent and respectful, something that at the moment she was not sure if she knew too much about. Pain coursed through her arm and all she wanted was to see Ian. There was much that she had to tell him, much that she wanted to discuss with him as to what just happened. For whatever reason, they felt that it was best to heal her first, before she would be allowed to speak with Sir Ian.<br/><br/>The need to be healed in the first place was of much annoyance to Sheema, who would have rather not have to deal with the fuss as it was. However, it was a necessity, at least because of the poison that she was there. It burned at the site of the wound and burned elsewhere along her forearm as it traveled throughout the rest of her body. Were it not for that, she would have surely bandaged the wound herself and gone back about her business as usual.<br/><br/>What made it worse were the stares that she received from those who were supposed to care for her. Yet another instance where she felt out of place in this world, a world where she was different, an outcast and someone who would always draw stares. All she knew was that she wanted this to be over and for it to be over quickly. There were far better things that she could be doing at the moment that did not involve standing here while they tried to patch her up.<br/><br/>The sensation of their magic made her grimace and snarl, “How much longer is this going to take?” Normally, she never had an issue with patience, but today for some reason she was in a hurry. The victory today over the beast had filled her with a sense of pride and accomplishment. She wanted to share that with her friend and inquire with him whether or not he was familiar with the symbol on the ring she now bore.