Kate cleared her throat. This elf spoke gruffly. Could she blame him? She held the flask to his lips.<br/>"Little sips. I have lemon soft chewies. They are sweet and busts of flavor. I need to get the chains off. I know you do not trust me now. I need to tend to your wounds. May I have your hand or paw, please? I want to call you by your birth name not slave name. My name is Kathryne. Sorry but I am not a master mage yet. I can't heal you completely. Can you tolerate the poppy? Do you self-heal?"