[color=00B2EE]"My mother was a healer, so I'd like to think so,"[/color] Elle informed him, her tone much less harsh than it had been in her first statement, letting her arms drop to her sides when she realized he wasn't in the mood to argue with her. She was glad he hadn't put up a fight over it, because divines knew neither of them had the energy nor patience for that at the moment. The look on his face and his tone of voice was a pretty clear indication that he did not want or think that he needed her help. She had stitched up her fair share of wounds, and she knew from experience that doing it yourself wasn't particularly wise.

The auburn haired girl turned back around when Org returned and handed her a key and some thread, a needle tucked in it. [color=688571]"Will this do?"[/color] he asked. Elle nodded with a smile, accepting both and dropping some money in his hand, [color=00B2EE]"Yes, thank you."[/color] He nodded as she stepped away from the counter to let Nil get his room, walking to hers to unlock the door and deposit her findings from the barrow in the wardrobe so that she could stitch up her half-mer companion. He may have made it down the mountain with little complaint, but she had a feeling it was still hurting him, and she didn't want the wound to get infected. 

After setting her things aside, she walked back out into the inn, needle and thread in her hand and room key in her pocket. The place was fairly quiet at this point, a few people here and there, a sleepy bard tuning his instrument. Other than that, whatever hubbub had been here earlier had died down considerably, leaving a peaceful lull over the warm atmosphere. She stood there for a moment, relishing in the familiarity of it, before approaching Nil to see if he was done getting a room.

She stood off to the side to wait for a moment, crossing her arms and leaning against one of the wooden pillars that supported the roof. It seemed that every time she closed her eyes now, she saw the stare of the black dragon, its crimson gaze boring into her golden one. [color=ed1c24][i]I know you[/i][/color]. It had looked right at her, she was sure of it now. The more she replayed it, over and over, the more she was convinced. That moment she had locked eyes with it, the beast seemed to have reached into her very soul. [color=ed1c24][i]I know you[/i][/color]. How could it? Maybe she had hit her head one too many times. The black dragon, her dreams, the claw, the shrine? They were all connected somehow, and for some reason, only she could sense it. 

She remained motionless, staring at the ground deep in thought, her brows knit and lip pursed in a frown as she mulled it over. Whatever was going on, hopefully she would have her answers soon. She needed them.