Fiona had spent a great deal of time over the week tending to the wounded of the armies and border skirmishers, it wasn't that she wasn't interested in the war talks and strategies, it's just that she felt like she could do more good here, it was also the first time in a while she was able to get a proper wash, the musky smell of travel had faded a great deal and she felt feminine again for the first time in weeks. She even has been given a nickname by the soldiers she tended too and it seemed to spread like wildfire, "Hey the hazel healer" She heard so often, mostly due to her optimism during these dark times, Fiona never stopped believing they could fight back and defeat the demon hordes and bring the nature back into balance, or it might just be she was rather partial to Hazel scented soaps.