She seemed quite agreeable now, coming around to the idea of trusting what was effectively a stranger in an incredibly strange land, and why not? She had few options and he was at least respectful of a bit of tailoring. "I'll try to make the best of it." That was all she could do, after all.
With what remained of the cloak laid aside she neatly gathered the bandages up and offered them toward him, grimacing at the sight of the river-wet wool. People did what they needed to do, she supposed, too tired to muster up a solution herself. At this rate anything called an infirmary seemed sure to host a bed, or at the very least a flat surface and some relative cleanliness, at least the way he spoke of it. Mel didn't want to say she didn't care, just that it was one less thing to worry about. She really liked the idea of a good solid nap right about now.
Stiffly she extended her left leg, clapping a hand firmly over the wound as she braced her back uncomfortably against the wall, her hand retreating to hug the aching right arm back against her belly - the leg was an open invitation to demonstrate his skills before she was willing to let him near her belly. Still, she made an effort to keep the interaction light, her expression neutral. Friendlier than most of the faces she had pulled since meeting him at the very least. The information about the various deities was taken in stride though warranted no real change in expression or reaction, the gears already clicking ahead.
The Ascended, as well, didn't seem to bother her as much, though she acknowledged the warnings with a knowing nod, certain that she would not like to cross the path of such a creature any time soon. Not until she had better gotten her bearings. The description alone sounded tragic and familiar but not familiar enough to earn her immediate attention. He had said there were four races - Accepted, Abandoned, Ascended... She wet her lips, broaching the topic gingerly, clearing her throat. "Attuned?"
With what remained of the cloak laid aside she neatly gathered the bandages up and offered them toward him, grimacing at the sight of the river-wet wool. People did what they needed to do, she supposed, too tired to muster up a solution herself. At this rate anything called an infirmary seemed sure to host a bed, or at the very least a flat surface and some relative cleanliness, at least the way he spoke of it. Mel didn't want to say she didn't care, just that it was one less thing to worry about. She really liked the idea of a good solid nap right about now.
Stiffly she extended her left leg, clapping a hand firmly over the wound as she braced her back uncomfortably against the wall, her hand retreating to hug the aching right arm back against her belly - the leg was an open invitation to demonstrate his skills before she was willing to let him near her belly. Still, she made an effort to keep the interaction light, her expression neutral. Friendlier than most of the faces she had pulled since meeting him at the very least. The information about the various deities was taken in stride though warranted no real change in expression or reaction, the gears already clicking ahead.
The Ascended, as well, didn't seem to bother her as much, though she acknowledged the warnings with a knowing nod, certain that she would not like to cross the path of such a creature any time soon. Not until she had better gotten her bearings. The description alone sounded tragic and familiar but not familiar enough to earn her immediate attention. He had said there were four races - Accepted, Abandoned, Ascended... She wet her lips, broaching the topic gingerly, clearing her throat. "Attuned?"
