Sabine nodded and stood up to get to Ahnasha. The shoulder had been popped back into place earlier, if only to stop the absolute worst of the pain rather than bear it for hours on end, but there were still torn muscles and bruises. Sabine gently went about bringing the right magic to her hands to knit it all back together with a tired expression.

There was some surprise to see the Breton enter the tent, with Fendros, Janius, and Sabine turning to look at her. However, they recognised her name as she introduced herself.

"Oh, you're Marcaille?" Janius asked. He looked to the others for confirmation and spoke given there was no protest. "That's quite alright. Thank you for your help so far."

Fendros narrowed one eye, remembering what the healer said to them before. "Pardon me if I'm prying, madam, but could you tell me how old that Cathay aide that spoke to us is? He spoke of you as if he was more...junior than he looked."