The fuss over something as simple as her wounds was still a foreign concept to the Litorian warrior. In her home wounds were treated as a mark of honor, courage and left to heal on their own unless they were life threatening. She still thought it was nonsense that the creature they slew had a poison in its bite. Sure, when it had first struck her arm it burned and tingled but she still doubted it was anything that threatened her life. Regardless those men of faith, the ones that Ian served, seemed glad when they both left. Sheema was still unsure what their issue was when it came to her? Something with her appearance she gathered, but Ian assured her that was not case. As if she had a true issue if her appearance would cause her some manner of discomfort.<br/><br/>Litorians prided themselves on their skills, their valor, their honor; their appearance came last on a long list of what was important.<br/><br/>As they strode through the city, many ran up to what she expected was to congratulate them both on their victories. However, only his were acknowledged and now he had some form of title in regards to his accomplishments.<br/><br/>Annoyance and perhaps what could be considered jealously plagued the female as she strode beside the only one she dared to refer to as friend.<br/><br/>“No sense does this make,” she said once his group of admirers fell off to just tail behind them.  Likely due to the slight snarl that Sheema gave one or two when they got too close to her. “I do honorable act, no title is given. Does your kind not praise those who perform valiantly?” This was not something that she had to have an answer to, though one would have been greatly appreciated given how the drive of her people was that of honor. If her acts of valor were to be ignored perhaps she had to do something else?<br/><br/>As the Inn drew near she slowed in her steps as she sniffed the air. This place, as of lately, had changed and not for the better. The patrons here had become…rowdy? She believed was the word that Ian used when he tried to explain it to her. Such acts of inappropriateness did not sit well with the female, perhaps even more so because those affected shared a gender with herself. Either way, here is where Ian chose for them to share a meal, this likely do to the fact that he was asked to look into the matter.  Without even being asked Sheema took it upon herself to take point and opened the door to the Inn where she then just stood in the doorway to gaze at those within; coincidently, they also id the same to her.<br/><br/>“We require substance in the form of cooked meat and the drink you call mead,” she announced into the Inn and was promptly approached by one of the serving girls.<br/><br/>“Of course, Lady Sheema. This way,” she gestured toward a table.<br/><br/>“This place crawls my skin,” she said to Ian over her shoulder before she followed the serving girl.