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Tabrett kept her position at the bar for a time, watching the men and their business at the table, ears flicking with idle interest. When Gavriel asked for the supplies to tend the wounded, she at last pushed away from where she leaned to join them. She spared the graceful Elezen woman a small smile of thanks for her dutiful attention. There weren't many that would have taken well to minding the orders of others. She thought Faythiel showed great patience.
Her hand lighted briefly on Bear's shoulder, meeting each pair of eyes in greeting before she turned her attention to the other hired blade among them. "Would you like me to assist? My stomach does not turn easily," Tabrett told Gavriel.
Her hand lighted briefly on Bear's shoulder, meeting each pair of eyes in greeting before she turned her attention to the other hired blade among them. "Would you like me to assist? My stomach does not turn easily," Tabrett told Gavriel.