"Spitting on his grave, paying for a full funeral ritual out of my on pocket while I danced naked whooping with glee around the procesion, lots of things crossed my mind whenever I thought about it."  The healer eats with a distracted air, but but her mood lifts quickly when she enteres the infirmary.    Stepping through the doorway is like going through an emotional sieve, anything that interferes with her healer mindset is left outside.<br/><br/><br/>Faint lines of worry disappear from hr brow, her eyes gain clarity and focus, her faces composes into an expression of confident concern.  She is once more in hr true element.  Were it not for her promise to Xen, she would be here till midnight.  A quick side trip to check on the wounded woman and albeit with reluctance, she is done for the day.<br/><br/>The is sorely tempted to slip an arm around the barbarian's waist and walk to their quarters hip to hip, but mindful of Fort customs, she restrains herself.  She returns Captain Notren's greeting with a smile, a nod, and a mental note to check and see if the woman needed any assistance.<br/><br/>Theen the door closed behind athem and she sank into a chair with a groan, slinging her carryall onto a shelf and begining to undo her boots.  "Smell what?"  She says absently, resting one hand over Xen's while tugging of boots and socks with the other.<br/><br/>