â€œIf you feel you truly need your wounds healed,â€ she said, tilting her head softly with this ethereal quality about her. â€œBut all magic comes for a price. I can heal a few paper cuts, bumps and bruises, or I can prevent you from bleeding out in the middle of battle. Your choice, sir,â€ she bowed in a feminine fashion and formal custom. She seemed to possess a fine tongue for articulating her words appropriately.<br/><br/>Then, she listened to Windel<span style="font-style: italic">If any of us donâ€™t make it out alive? I mean, what kind of healer do they think I am? This is a simple mission they should be fine, especially with me with them</span>, she paused in thought to herself for only a slight moment as her blood began to heat; soured by the back and forth hostility as well as the quip about survival.<span style="font-style: italic">On second thoughtâ€¦</span>she drew in a breath, and kept her slender hands neatly folded in front of her. This was going to be rather awkward travelling in a group with more testosterone than she had encountered in quite some times. She imagined that half the injuries she was to heal on their journey would most likely come from fights between one another.<br/><br/>She hoped that her guardian would be occupying his time elsewhere than troubling himself with her whereabouts, especially with this lot of ruffians. She cringed to herself as she thought of what may to come if something should happen. It wasnâ€™t a pleasant nor welcoming thought.<span style="font-style: italic">How much time is left? Eight months? Eight months, two days, four hours, and twenty seven minutes left.</span>She pushed the thought from her mind and put on her best smile for the lot. Her eyes seemed to sparkle, even if it was a bit forced.<span style="font-style: italic">There you go Kora smile like an idiot. Isnâ€™t that what got you into trouble in the first place? Looking pretty and following the rules?</span>She paused for a moment but remained in that statuesque pose of patience as she waited for her companions to, for lack of a better term, â€˜get on with itâ€™.<span style="font-style: italic">Can I be a bad influence on myself?</span>.<br/><br/>She shook her head to herself. â€œYou knowâ€¦instead of all the destruction and explosions along with the pitchforks and villagers, why donâ€™t we simply request our way through? It never hurts to askâ€¦â€  Was that so foreign? She didnâ€™t quite see why anyone would be giving them resistance; then again she had met very little resistance in her life. She had never been denied everywhere and even taken to a few places that she had never requested access to, much to her own dismay.<span style="font-style: italic">Yes, Kora, tell the brutes that they should try the nice route first. That will go over real well considering their predilections.</span>