"Hmm...let me see...yes, this should do well." The healer, with his scraggly beard, looked her over, then pulled each of the spines free before murmuring. "Lord of Magic, Nethys, I call thy face of creation to heal the wounds before me."<br/><br/>The wounds would close perfectly, as though they had never been, and he smiled. "There we are! Good as new! Haha!"<br/><br/>Reaching Almah's tent, she would be motioned inside. And inside was Almah, in thinner garb that showed a much more full figure than one might expect from a merchant princess. The tent was filled with fine rugs, silk cushions, and incense, along with a travel desk as well, and Almah gestured to the cushions opposite her. "Excellent work again, Erel. Now, you intrigue me, and I've been away from the city for quite some time. I would like some physical companionship. Are you willing to help me with this?"