Isolde bit her lip. The woman slept and the herbs were topically applied, not orally so she didn't worry that  the medicine would send her into a permanent rest.  Sleep was good but if this man were one of her enemies, then she was vulnerable.<br/><br/>"We won't be gone long." Isolde said, opening the door. "or rather, I won't be gone long." She blushed a little, turning her rosy complexion quite pink. "I didn't mean to imply that I expected you to return here." She shook her head at her outburst. Now did that sound worse or better? She stepped out onto the street, wondering if Jarvan would follow her or run up the street to get away from her.<br/><br/>She wanted to get to know him. She normally liked gypsies and she wanted to know more of the people with whom he had lived. She had not known any who had kept baited bears so probably she didn't know his people. Maybe after they spent time visiting, she could verify his decent intentions toward her patient.Maybe he would be interested in coming back with her so they could discuss healing herbs in greater detail.<br/><br/>Isolde clung to the shadows as they moved toward the tavern.This was her habit and she saw no reason to change. She explained softly,<br/>"Women  on the streets after dark are fair game,as I'm sure you know. At least in the traveling camps women have some status but here in the city,women are viewed as chattel and the men,well, they rule this civilized world. I do  not fear for myself but would rather keep a lower profile than flaunt myself."<br/><br/>she didn't explain further and would not until she had tested Jarvan further. Those among the gypsies were often more open minded to the craft as many of their numbers were witches. She rather hoped he could accept this. While she had an eye on Kell,he was well favored, she was also afraid that he would not accept her.Isolde wouldn't admit it to herself, but she was lonely.<br/><br/>At the tavern, they entered and Isolde made her way to her table, the one in the shadows. Kell and his man were there as well as the  armed men from the road. The urchin, Little Jimmy, was gamboling around the carpenter's feet like a small hound. Her gaze fell on an unfamiliar woman. Something about her jangled Isolde's poise. She nodded to her but found herself holding her breath. She took a deep breath and turned to Jarvan.<br/><br/>"This is the table that I normally occupy. I would be happy to buy you a round to repay you for the herbs."  When it looked as if he might refuse, she smiled a charming smile meant to entice. " Please, accept my hospitality. I would like to get to know you better."