Gently, the rogue lifted the woman back onto her feet. Eyes roaming up and down her robed body, likely to make sure she was safe and alright... "Best, you be careful..." He stated, in that lame, uncaring voice. But one had to wonder, despite the tone of his voice, how did he feel inside? At no point did he show notice or care for the fact a needle was sticking from the back of his ungloved hand. Though after looking the priestess up and down a few times, he seemed content with what he found, and relented, stepping back so she had space. Looking about in that bored fashion to check for their tag alongs, and noting them a short ways off... It did not seem that they noticed the little 'accident' thus far, a likely saving grace for the priestess.<br/><br/>As he permitted her finish the sewing, he resumed his vigil, looking this way and that, brow lifting as he noted the demoness and her mistress conversing with their 'friends'. "It has been, a long while, since my death... Unless I use, a special potion, I feel... Nothing..." Shrugging his shoulders in a most lazy fashion. "This, however, has not hindered... My ability to function..." He meant as a rogue, but one could easily misconstrew, as many of his statements did. This comment, however, may rekindle the knowledge amoung Vina or the priestess, that the rogue was willing to take up practically any contract, being a merc and jack of all trades as he seemed. Perhaps he could aid the warlock? A paycheck is still a paycheck...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>