Suddenly an arm blocked her path, stopping her in her tracks. She looked up at him, and started to say something before cutting herself off. His finger was to his lips. Something was not right. She looked at the elf who was now peering out the window.

"Fusos' men... A few orcs... Mostly men." 

[i]Fuso?![/i] Her pulse quickened at the thought.

The bearded man again addressed her. She started to feel quite uncomfortable about the entire situation. A strange man and elf seek help for wounded in the middle of the night, and suddenly Fuso's men appear as well? Were her mother's warnings finally coming to pass? Was she too open with her gift? She thought she had concealed it so well using the herbal tea to distract the patient while she channelled her power. Was this a test? Had she been found out?

It was no doubt her face become quite skeptical of the two strangers in her home and she slowly stepped backwards keeping a keen eye on them both. 

“Years of practice and a mother who taught me well the art of making medicine,” she lied... sorta. 

She finally stopped flush with her desk and allowed her right hand to slip behind it reaching for her weapon. Already having sized up the two men she knew there was a snowball's chance in Hell she could take one of them, let alone both should it come to violence, but she was not about to go anywhere quietly.

Her hand gripped the cold blade but she was yet to move it from its hiding spot. She looked the two over once more watching their every move.

“Who are you two? And why is Fuso here?” It was not something she usually asked her guests, and it was hardly in her demeanor to do so at all. These circumstances, however, were not ordinary.