Kalista gave Mitch a speaking glance over her shoulder. Just because she had lived in the woods did not mean that she didn't understand when a word was said in that tone it meant something beyond its meaning alone. "Being something and wishing to be that thing are not the same. Mitch two animals and a wagon are hardly a caravan either. You are being a little dramatic don't you think? Besides I could be a terrible healer and you'd hardly know it."<br/><br/>Not that she was. Terrible that is. She knew she couldn't do anything incredible, but what she could do saved lives. "I am pleased to meet you then, if you seek those in need of aid." His words made more sense to her than Mitch. Mitch seemed to think that something would come down the road and stop him if he didn't travel with her. It was insane and ridiculous. There was a road, you went down it. She considered that and murmured, "South is good."<br/><br/>Her chin stayed tilted up and she watched the man's golden eyes move to Mitch. She didn't let that distract her. Mitch was no doubt doing something insane. They both spoke in the same way. It seemed slippery to her. Perhaps that was normal if they both did it. She reached a place of stillness and found nothing that frightened her there. Not a hunter, not of that kind. Her hand slipped away, leaving only a light dusting behind, and she nodded. "Tomorrow."<br/><br/>Her feet hurt. A step back toward the tree's shelter and she sank down. She wanted to ask Mitch if it was too much to hope he would go sleep in the inn as well, but it took her a while to come up with a way to phrase that without sounding rude. "You could go with him now. I'll meet you then." He was going to say no, she could feel it. Like she'd take back her decision. She should if he was so oddly insistent on staying with her maybe, but she was tired and hurt. It felt like it would take too much energy. She could always run away later. "Or just give me that shirt, you did a terrible job with it. Do you have others that need mending? Or just washing?"