"Oh... okay..."

A soft voice, barely above a whisper, answered the Innkeeper's reply of 'No vacancy'. The elvish mage's disappointment was very clear. In spite of her gently-pointed ears being incapable of movement, her large, soft eyes and expressive brows, along with her quiet voice gave all the tone needed. The NPC felt slightly bad for her, but couldn't really do anything. 

Turning to go, Colleen was nearly ran into by a young man as he burst through the door of the Inn, calling for a healer and clutching his shoulder. She froze for a moment, one arm held up in front of her chest in defense. 

"... Mister... I can help... I know healing... you don't need to pay me..." she said, touching his arm to make sure he noticed her. She was a very softspoken person, oftentimes going unnoticed. She'd been softspoken in real life, too. She missed it. Very much. She missed her dog, her house, her friends, her [i]life.[/i] However, she had quietly adjusted, along with others trapped in this game. She'd heard of a land below, but found no interest in it... she did want to explore, but she was too frightened to leave the safety of the town. Her attacks were weak, and thanks to a kind gamer who'd been here longer, she'd survived her first and only attack. However, that person had moved on before she could get his name. She wondered if she'd find him again... oh well. Perhaps some day. But now, she had a patient to attend to. 

 She really did mean it, not needing to be paid. She'd never felt the need to withhold help from someone who desperately needed it over something like money. It was against what her soft-spoken parents had taught her, and against her own kindly, almost motherly nature.