Esther nearly turned her pack upside down and onto the ground trying to find her water-skin. It didn't seem to be anywhere. Thankfully the curious miqo'te had come to the rescue. Esther couldn't help but smile as her tent was now in full use. It was shabby, and barely even enough shade for two elezen, let alone a third miqo'te, but it was perfect in her eyes. Esther had been told time and time again about the world being a dangerous place. Liara could probably account first hand the dangerous in this very alleyway, but Esther was blinded by the simple gestures of life. Like a goodly miqo'te giving water to a thirsty stranger. This unfortunately made her miss some crucial details about her life, such as the thief who made off with her water-skin before she even set up this morning.
Her attention drew back to Laira. "I should have asked if there was a senior healer here. I apologize for not finding you sooner." Esther motioned to the tent in all of it's glory. One of the signs fell off and landed in the dirt. "Please feel free to use it as you will, it's made for that intent after all. I'm out of supplies...but I have a cot folded up over there for the sick." She motioned. "I also had healing potions I was giving out, but they went faster than I thought. Miss Syranelle--The one right there, she has a friend. Mr. Zhan'a? He is an alchemist and gave me a crate."
Her attention drew back to Laira. "I should have asked if there was a senior healer here. I apologize for not finding you sooner." Esther motioned to the tent in all of it's glory. One of the signs fell off and landed in the dirt. "Please feel free to use it as you will, it's made for that intent after all. I'm out of supplies...but I have a cot folded up over there for the sick." She motioned. "I also had healing potions I was giving out, but they went faster than I thought. Miss Syranelle--The one right there, she has a friend. Mr. Zhan'a? He is an alchemist and gave me a crate."
