Ravah almost jumped out of her armor at the sudden voice behind her, whirling about at the smooth feminine voice.  She flushed, embarrassed at her reaction and smiled as best she could at the woman before her.  At least she was reasonably certain she was, her slim build and smooth ivory skin making it a bit hard to pin down her age.  At her height she could have just entered her teens, for the Lady's sake though she filled out her leather jerkin nicely and her deep green eyes were quite enrapturing.<br/><br/><em>Still, if she's here she's most likely at least able to care for herself.  Besides,</em>she thought as her eyes caught sight of the blade belted to her side<em>I don't think even caravans let the children go armed.  If they do, I might need to stock up on more bandages. </em><br/><br/>Keeping the smile on her lips she offered her hand to the slim woman "Ravah Isis Tal'Eva, cleric of the Lady Talis.  Ravah for short.  A pleasure to meet you Mrs. Myres and may the Lady watch over you." she sniffled slightly from the cold before turning back to the foodstuffs "I should be fine.  I just need to make sure no rot has set into any of the rations.  Spread through the blood it'll kill you just as certainly as a blade." she paused and turned slightly to look over her shoulder appraisingly "I might need help from time operating on the wounded.  Do you happen to have steady hands?  I won't be able to pay you much, but it would be at least a few extra silver and requires a certain level of expertise."