Vall apparently was going to be popular here; an elven woman made her way over next... and she too was intoxicated... just like home huh? It was easier to get the one in her shoulder out now that she wasn't tensing for it, and this time the elf proved magically useful. Suddenly, she felt notably better, the healing magic flowing through her.<br/><br/>Vall flexed her arm, tightened her leg, and nodded in appreciation... and gave the 'monk' a look of apology; drunks tended to demand attention, and well, perhaps it was her royal blood, or just her natural charisma, but she tended to draw people.<br/><br/><strong>"Not bad you two..."</strong>Vall says, her smile twisting to a smirk as the two before her - knelt down of course in a position that Vall found<em>very</em>tantalizing - began to hug it out.<strong>"...and how sweet. And nonsense; I'll at least <em>offer</em> repayment... either - or perhaps both - of you may share a room with me this evening on my dime, unless you've secured one your own and would prefer that. I'll happily cover a dinner for you too, Dame Fenix; <em>that</em> I do insist on."</strong><br/><br/>She also took note of how the knight addressed the scrying eye, which made her chuckle. She sometimes forgot people were not as familiar with such things as she.<br/><br/><strong>"You realize it won't respond back when it's a one-way scrying, right?"</strong>she asks, as she reaches down and offers the Elf whom was also taller than her a hand up, dragging her bodily to her feet (she was far stronger than she looked).<strong>"Now then, I'll wipe the blood from my face at whatever tavern we make our way to, then we'll help ourselves to food and drink, what say you all?"</strong><br/><br/>Vall liked making friends, so very much.