Your answer doesn't do much to put Astrid at ease, but she's still clearly convinced that you're harmless. The half-elf leads you by the hand until you arrive at the home she shares with Bradley, a modest two-room flat some distance from the theater. Once inside with the door locked, she addresses you again.<strong>"Here we are. I'm afraid I'm not a healer, so I can't do much about your... bruises. You can lay on my bed until you feel better."</strong>Her eyes linger on the hard wooden chairs around the dining table as she makes this suggestion. As unsuitable as they are for a butt as fine and sore as yours, they seem to be the only place to sit.