Saida pulled her wooden bowl up towards her lips and sipped on the stew that lay within it. The warmed of the broth filled her up and spread across the skin in accompaniment to the fire. She watched the flames rise up in the night air dancing in their tribalistic ritual towards the sky in a battle of who can raise the highest, spread the furthest and be the warmest, unifying at the core before whipping up again.

Saida watched the graceful movement of Rhindani's tail before she spoke. Saidas eyes caught the dragonkins for a moment as she spoke before Saida turned back to face the fire quickly but not rudely. [color=#96cf7d]"I beg your pardon." [/color] her voice was gentle and apologetic. [color=#96cf7d]"I suppose I must get used to asking before performing such tasks. In my village I was neither asked or requested to do such things, I did them as the healer instinctively."[/color] Her eyes found Rhindanis again at the end of her speech, filled with apology. She finally released her gaze at watched the flickering light against the dragonkins scales the reflections dancing like sun ripples on water.

Saida listened to the Rhindani's voice once more, listening to the unique characters that make up the natural rhythm behind each word. [color=#96cf7d]"Perhaps I could help you?"[/color] the words left her lips before she could catch them but was happy they did. She meant what she said and it was the least she could do after so rudely inserting her magic into Rhindanis stew. [color=#96cf7d]"Perhaps at first light we can train for an hour or so before we are meant to leave again."[/color]