She looked up from cleaning the slumbering woman's arm and offered a mischievous smile to the knight. She lay the arm in her the woman's lap gently to allow it to dry and wiped the hands on the cloth as she turned to face him. Shifting her weight, she sat comfortably beside the woman.<br/><br/>"She was looking pretty ill, and I didn't want to get in an argument to make her let me treat it. I wasn't feeling patient enough to deal with her, so I gave her a few Slumber Berries. She needed the rest anyway. And this way we don't have to argue while I treat her."<br/><br/>She leaned over the wound, frowning, as something distracted. Her tone was much different when she next spoke. She sounded cautious, tense.<br/><br/>"Hey... come have a look at this. What does that look like to you?"<br/><br/>She didn't say it, but she suspected the wound had been poisoned. Suddenly, she wondered how this thief had been hurt so badly. It might be a question worth asking when she woke.