"I don't think he was pretending to be a merchant. He said he helped people. That doesn't sound like a merchant." Anyway she more meant the golden eyes, but apparently Mitch didn't think that was odd. He stomped off over to the small stream half hidden past some bushes. She wondered if that was where the inn got its water as well.<br/><br/>"Your hairs detect magic?" Kalista sounded highly amused, voice lifting as he walked farther from her. "I am a healer. So perhaps they know that. A priest would not say by the spirits anyway. Probably. Odd priest if he did." She listened the the splashing for a minute and then realized he hadn't brought a kettle. Was he washing his shirt by himself? Well that was fine by her, but it was probably less than fun in the freezing stream. She didn't feel that motivated to follow him to wash her bandages, so she stayed sitting and peaked into the one kettle to see if there was any fish left.<br/><br/>"I don't know what he is, that is why I asked if you had ideas." Obviously. She picked bits of fish off the bottom of the kettle and hummed happily to herself. "Are you all right over there?" That was a lot of splashing for just one innocent shirt. What was he doing to it?