Althaia walked through the streets, observing the people around her as she did. She passed by a tavern and suddenly remembered something. "Oh!" she exclaimed to herself, spinning on her heels and heading in. She nearly ran right into the man who stood in the entrance announcing his presence. "Oops," she pivoted to the side, twisting herself to the right, spinning on her toes and narrowly avoiding hitting into the man. She let out a sigh of relief and rubbed the back of her head.<span style="font-style: italic">Who stops and stands this close to the entrance, anyways?</span>she wondered to herself, but continued on towards the bar, passing several of the regulars on her way. Some of them said hi and waved, but most were drunk so she didn't pay them any mind. She even took note of the mage in the corner, as he was rather hard to miss, but she walked right past all of them without saying a word and leaned against the counter, not paying any attention to the other man at the counter, either, other than to ensure that she didn't get up in his personal space, lest he get the wrong idea. As she leaned against the counter she pulled her hood down, revealing her white hair. "Well, hello, Miss Rose," she was greeted by the tavern keeper. "Hey there," she greeted him with a wave.<br/><br/>She wasn't exactly what you'd call a regular, as she had little interest in alcohol, given that she preferred not to dull her senses, and wished to be in complete control of her faculties at all times. She also had little interest in the food they served, as she preferred cooking her own food when she was home. She had a very different reason for coming. "Here. For your wife," she pulled a small bag containing several vials of medicine from the bag that hung over her shoulder. "That should be enough to last you a little while," she held them out to him. He hesitated to take them, but she reached out and took his hand, placing the bag in his hand. "Take them. You don't need to pay me. Just take care of her, okay?" she instructed, giving him a friendly smile. The man hesitated a moment before nodding. "Thank you. You don't know how much we appreciate this," he thanked her. She waved it off and pushed herself up from the counter. "Don't worry about it. It's my pleasure," she smiled once more before turning to leave. "See ya!" she waved, and with that she left the tavern and headed back home.<br/><br/>She didn't generally make a habit of giving away medicine, but she was fond of the older woman, who had been kind to her when she'd first arrived in the city. They'd helped her out then, now it was her turn. She knew that the cost of her illness had taken a toll on them, so she didn't mind helping where she could. It wasn't like the medicine was difficult or expensive to make, anyways. She had gotten most of the ingredients on her adventures, or from her own little herb garden. She didn't like to see people suffering, and after watching her mother suffer from illness when she was a child, and being too young to really be able to do too much to help her, she was happy to help, to try to make sure that their daughter didn't have to go through what she had gone through.