Celia had just settled down and started getting back into her book when a light knock on the door was heard. A voice from the other side mentioned an attack. "Oh, this might be a good chance to practice my healing! I just hope it's not too terribly bad." Setting her book down, Celia walked to the door and opened it a crack. Safety never hurt and it<em>could</em>have been a trap. As she looked them over, she noticed nothing wrong with the couple before her other than a slight disheveled nature. It couldn't be too much trouble for her to invite them in and have a look. "Please, come in." She opened the door for them and stepped aside.<br/><br/>"Are you okay, sir? Would you like me to look at your wife? I'm a rather decent healer." She hoped the man didn't notice the lie in her eyes. "You can lay her on the couch over there." She motioned to the couch on the far wall, furthest from the fireplace. "I apologize for being such a wreck. I wasn't exactly expecting company, you know." She moved toward the small kitchen. "Would you perhaps like some tea?"<br/><br/>She was really nervous, and Celia always talked when she was nervous. It was difficult to calm down and she was doing her best every moment to remind herself that it wasn't the best idea to talk too much. Small secrets might accidentally slip out. She'd never had humans in her house before. It was an odd feeling. She also hoped the woman wasn't hurt too terribly. Having never had a chance to practice her healing magic, it wasn't exactly her strong suit. Celia clung to the hope that she could be helpful. At least providing a shelter from the elements must be somewhat helpful. She could have let them fend for themselves, but her kind nature wouldn't have allowed that.