"Oh, think nothing of it, please."  Maribelle responded to the wyvern rider from where she knelt by the soldier, wrapping his wounds in some of the bandages that were being passed around.  "Inspiration's something of a specialty of mine, really.  I don't know very much about fighting, but I know how important it is to keep your spirits up, so I figured I'd try and do that instead."<br/><br/>Finishing up on the red soldier's wounds, the dancer then made her way over to the wyvern rider, settling in to help him with his wounds in spite of the fact that he'd said he could take care of them himself.  She wouldn't take no for an answer, since it was always easier to treat someone else's wounds than it was for a wounded man to treat his own.  She didn't want him to miss something and wind up with an infected wound, after all.<br/><br/>Other than that, though, she mostly just spent her time keeping her ears open, paying attention to the various things going on and trying to see what the people gathered there would be doing next.