The air in the tiny room was tense and while Ana knew she had a right to be upset, it didn't feel good to hold onto negative feelings, especially toward her own mother. Ana finished her second cup of tea by the time a knock was heard. She remained seated and Mahea got up and answered it. "Hello." She replied, her mood a bit frosty. Still, she shook the boy's hand and stepped aside to let him in. "My name is Mahea." She said as Kieran headed inside. Mahea locked the door behind him after checking the hallway. No one else was around but she couldn't be too sure. 

Anabelle glanced over at Kieran and offered a small wave to him. She wasn't sure what to make of everything. It had been made clear to her that healing powers weren't always good. On one hand, she was hurt that her mother would withhold such information that was vital to her life. But on the other, she could sort of understand why her mother would be protective about such matters. It was a tough line to walk and she knew it was better to focus on the present, rather than worry about the past since it couldn't change. "Thanks for coming over so late." She said and waited for him to sit down.

Mahea looked between the two of them and went to go refill the teapot. She came back and sat back down, looking to Kieran. "You know I'm very uncomfortable with the information you gave my daughter this afternoon, it was not your place to explain such things for your own personal gain." While she knew it wasn't an entirely selfish act on the boy's part, she still knew his motives were to help the war in the other world. She still kept tabs on everything, she knew how valuable a healer was in any situation. "I wanted her to grow up without the war, without the prejudice." She said. "Without people from any side, trying to use her." Mahea stressed.

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Since Rhys didn't seem too interested or confident in finding someone for her, Devon decided to drop the topic. He could only suggest so much but it was her power and her responsibility. He just didn't want to travel with a liability. As they walked off, he removed his arm from her and kept walking. "Hm? Oh this town doesn't take any money, we tend to barter with goods or skills." He told her. "Don't worry." He said as they wandered into a small tavern. It had candles around the walls, held up by small wooden shelves. He had been here once before but always liked to try something new.

For now though, he thought this place would suit their needs and he could always find a different place to try another day. Devon set his pack on one of the benches and walked over to the bar. A man and woman were behind it and they seemed to be having a discussion when he walked up. "Evening." He waved to them. "We'll take whatever is left over." He told them, figuring it was more polite to ask for what they had laying around, rather than want something fresh. He knew food shouldn't go to waste and it may come at a less taxing cost.

The couple nodded and he headed back over to Rhys. "Generally we barter after we eat, this town is pretty trusting, which is hard to believe I know...but...these people are good people." He told her. "Since this town is such an accomplishment, many people are pretty respectful and honest, they've fought off several attacks and are still standing today." He said as a tray was brought over to them. A jug of water, two wooden cups, and a stone platter with bread, fruit and cured meat. It wasn't the freshest but it was by no means rotten or old. "Thank you." He said and poured them some water before he dug in.