The woman is clearly quite old; she blinks and stares at the elf for a few minutes, likely trying to get her eyes to focus, properly. "Hmmm... an elf, are you? I can tell by the ears. She has me take care of physical problems with people, preferring to trust to a skilled healer's hands, than a cleric who simply applies magic, and call it a day," she says, laughing lightly. "Just lie down on this altar, here, and I'll take a look at you," she says, shuffling away to retrieve a fairly large healer's kit, before giving the elf a complex and detailed physical examination, from head to toe, carefully checking every single body part. She gives her a mostly clean bill of health, though she does note the signs of rape, and gives her a small herb, placing the pouch in her hand. "Let's go make you some tea, with this, and you should be fine."<br/><br/>Unless the elf has questions, she leads her to the kitchen, where she first gives her a cup of steaming water, before setting about making her some soup.