Vaeri watched the strange, little man retch at the sight of the dead body behind her before shakily pushing himself off his butt. Despite being at deaths door less than a minute ago, he claimed to not need any help. Vaeri stifled a giggle as Wyslan appeared and gave Tobias some invisibility potions and her 3 Inflict Wounds potions that were promptly shoved into a side pocket of her bag. They definitely sounded like they could come in handy, not just for healing Mortosh if it came to that. After Wyslan left, Vaeri addressed Tobias with a politeness that was as easily seen through as his fake bravado.

"I am sorry if I inconvenienced you, Sir Tobias. I fear the next man who crosses you might end up like one of the men out in the street." Vaeri couldn't control her expression, a bemused smirk forming against her will despite the condition she was currently in. She nodded no at Tobias' offer to help support her. 

"I can heal more than one person a day. This is nothing I can't handle, and I've been cut up worse than this before." Vaeri pulled up the left sleeve of her cloak to reveal her arm covered in similar, larger scar wounds as the ones on her face. "There are more people who need help first, I can wait until everyone else is taken care of first." Vaeri could control her breathing, taking slow, measured breaths, despite the fact that the wound in her torso flared up in pain every time she inhaled too much. She walked back out into the street confidently, the stench of blood not even phasing her. It appeared that Sister was able to handle most of the others who had been injured. The monk had a few cuts, the robed man still had his stab wound, and she had her own to tend to. Vaeri walked over to Melvus and raised her hand towards his arm.

"Relax, I'm about to heal you." Vaeri's hand began to glow gold as she placed it over the wound. This one was far less severe than Tobias' so it would take less time and magical energy for the elf to heal.