Kalista sighed and threaded a needle, "Yes, worse shape because they are smelly or ripped? Never mind, you're a disgusting creature, it's probably both. Then you can go find me a stream or go to the inn for a bucket of soapy water or something. I need to clean bandages and dressing so I have some." Hazel eyes glimmered at him with perhaps almost a sense of humor for a moment before she bent her head over the shirt and got to work.<br/><br/>She ignored his stupid overconfidence with ease knowing how fast she could be. No hulking human could catch her. Burns or not. "You couldn't make me do anything Mitch, no matter how you twist words around. He was though, wasn't he? What.. what do you think he is?" Not a hunter, but a priest of a type anyway she thought. Still those golden eyes... Mitch had to have noticed.<br/><br/>"If he wants to help people, I'm happy to travel with him. That is almost as good as finding another village. I want to see new places. South seems nice, it will be warmer if we go far enough. He felt so friendly. Honestly, it's you I have my doubts about." Her lips curved slightly. Was she teasing him? It had taken her almost no time and she handed his shirt back to him, repaired with nearly invisible stitches. "Here, give me the next?"