"Why yes she ha-"<br/><br/>"Yes,<span style="font-style: italic">dear cousin</span>, I 'ave. 'Cept the poor lad got a lil' scratch. I think I 'ave something that could 'elp," Ember told the other woman. Good thing she didn't proclaim that they were sisters, not with hearing both of their accents. Dropping the switch a small distance from herself, she began to dig around in her many pouches.<br/><br/>"She's a witch... Burn me, she's a damned witch..." the brute with shaggy hair cursed outloud with a pale face. Ember smiled ruefully, her cinnamon eyes catching the sunlight to show a hint of gold. The man shuttered, he and the joking one wouldn't meet her eyes. Only the colorless one seemed to have the courage to even look at the air around her rather curvy body. Finally finding some herbs to dull the pain and speed the healing process, she walked up to the one she had struck.<br/><br/>" 'Ands off ya face, boy! Ya want it to 'urt worse?" she badgered him as he shook under her touch. His eyes were glazed in fear.<br/><br/>"I walk in the Light! You cannot touch me!" he cried out in a vain attempt to discourage her. Lifting up an eyebrow, she looked him straight in the eye and pressed a small bundle of mixed herbs gently against his wound. The sharp scent of aloe, calendula, cayenne, and comfrey assailed her nostrils, but it appeared to be doing the trick. The swelling lessened and his face was a healthier color.<br/><br/>"Next time, try not to be a 'assle."