Rhian looked up wearily from her seat on the ground as the Lavas soldier approached. She was covered in blood from the neck down (as she would never let her Seer's mask get dirty), most of it not hers, and she hated that. They had been on the run for days, and she hated that. Sleep had been lost in favor of healing the Lavas wounded, and none of them were the slightest bit grateful, and she hated that. She had left hundreds, if not thousands, to die a slow death of their wounds in order to save herself. She [i]hated[/i] that. "Siren," The man spoke, saying 'Siren' in the same tone someone would have said 'bitch', "General Dorius orders you to investigate the empty village ahead with a select few others. [i]Now.[/i]" 

Rhian gave the rude Lavas a tired smile, regarding him through her mask. "How is your leg holding up?" The man paused, obviously not expecting a question about his own health. However, he quickly fell back on bravado. "That is no business of yours, Siren." Rhian chuckled, so exhausted that she found the rudeness, and ignorance, amusing. "It is my business as I'm the one who put your leg back together well enough that you could walk, when I could have spent that time healing a dozen other soldiers who died while I was healing you, anyone of whom probably would have been more polite and far more considerate then you are." 

Rhian stood, staring up at the soldier's face. "I'm a damn healer. My healing magic also takes time. Investigations are not my forte, nor is speedy battlefield healing. While I'm busy healing his soldiers who haven't died, if this is a trap, please explain that to general Dobr[i]ass[/i] so I don't have to stop and lose more patients. Understood? Good." With that the Siren turned on her heel and walked towards the gathering group heading towards the village. She examined the Litlheelian, and the rest of her group, the soft lights merging and meshing in places, creating a rather pretty picture for her, in spite of the drizzle and the general depressing sight. Rhian gave a soft, lyrical, laugh at Thuran's words. "I love surprises! If they're here, it's probably a trap. If they're not, we at least have a safe and dry place to rest."