Jaques glances about the tent as they enter, more concerned with the people inside than what was there. Noting those moving about the reception area of the tent. His eyes fix onto the preoccupied hyur woman as Vaughn approaches. Then raises a brow marginally as the two manage to startle each other, his lips twitching slightly as he fights a smirk.
He mutters a 'thank you' to the woman as she leads them deeper into the tent structure. Tent walls did little to hide the sounds of people just outside or even those within the maze of hanging fabrics that surrounded them and he caught small snippets of conversations as they moved.Â
When the midlander finally stopped in front of a doorway and pulled it back he had to take a moment to try and process what was before him. This was unlike any healing environment that he'd ever seen. The candles. The bath. It all seemed more like something he'd see in a companion's room than any healer's room he'd ever been in. Only most companions didn't really say the things this woman was saying. His gaze lingers over the man in the tub a moment, his brows furrowing as he tears his focus from the scene to Doctor Vashka as she spoke.
"Ah... yes, Doctor. We saw your flier and were curious to learn more about... whatever it is you do. This therapy. But it seems you're already with a patient." A slight pause, "Is there a better time to speak with you?"
He mutters a 'thank you' to the woman as she leads them deeper into the tent structure. Tent walls did little to hide the sounds of people just outside or even those within the maze of hanging fabrics that surrounded them and he caught small snippets of conversations as they moved.Â
When the midlander finally stopped in front of a doorway and pulled it back he had to take a moment to try and process what was before him. This was unlike any healing environment that he'd ever seen. The candles. The bath. It all seemed more like something he'd see in a companion's room than any healer's room he'd ever been in. Only most companions didn't really say the things this woman was saying. His gaze lingers over the man in the tub a moment, his brows furrowing as he tears his focus from the scene to Doctor Vashka as she spoke.
"Ah... yes, Doctor. We saw your flier and were curious to learn more about... whatever it is you do. This therapy. But it seems you're already with a patient." A slight pause, "Is there a better time to speak with you?"
