The healer shrugs. "I"m packed and ready to go, I've restocked my kitbag for the supplies I used treating those soldiers.  I've got my gear.  What I salvaged, anyway."  She pats her dagger possessively.  It was made and enchanted to her express specifications and is by far the most potent and valuable thing she owns.  "The other gear, Ill leave it here.  The bulk medical supplies, assorted goods.  I'll make sure the garrison knows they can draw on it at need.  The crossbow, yes, I'll take that too."<br/><br/>She gives Morgan a long thoughtful look.  "You think I'm the best on the island." she says slowly.  "I wonder, does the Red Man want me for that purpose?  To heal someone, something that a lot of people might not want healed for whatever reason?"