"Following you? No, I was just sitting here enjoying the breeze. Looks like you had yourself a good time". It was hard to tell if she was being serious or sarcastic. A gesture to the pouch, "it makes a paste - put a little on the bruising, it'll help speed things along. It's not a healer's touch, but when you're in the field, and not a healer - it works". Â She had stretched out now rather lazily atop the crates, dangling an arm down while her other was bent, chin propped in hand. The lion-like tufted tail lashed of it's own accord as she watched him. "You box?"
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  Seda Moui, the Huntress         Elisan Tar'Veil, the Pale Witch
