Zander stood shocked staring at the little brat. Had he been that thoughtless in his order? His magic could heal breaks and fractures but the smaller and the less damage he could physically see, was still a stunt to him. He scowled darkly at her, went to open his mouth and stopped himself. He would be no more acting his age, if he fought with her. Huffing and heading for the shop door his hand was on it when he heard the woman call out to him.

He turned on his heel and cast a look at her that would probably have gotten him darker looks in return but he schooled his face with difficulty, "A Healer with a heart you say? I'll think on it, after all, I haven't the [i]heart[/i] to put much thought behind such prattle." In a huff he turned, and smacked right into the door that was still shut. Cursing loudly, red faced in shame for h is "grand" exit being stopped because of a wooden door, he clutched his rather smarting nose and pushed his magic into it.

He pretended he couldn't hear any laughter, he pretended he had made a grand exit, and stopped a bit to the side of the building. Taking his hand away from the stinging he couldn't help but laugh himself. He was such an arse sometimes, when his pride was wounded, when he felt helpless and even now he cringed at hearing Mae's words in his head again.

Hadn't he started out from the Starsion Clan's temple, seeking to better himself? Hadn't he told himself to be kinder to these people he was travelling with. Geoffrey would probably ignore him once he found out, and suddenly he DID feel like he was Amune's age all over again. He didn't walk with the other two, but kept his eyes down and his shoulder's slightly slumped. He had shamed himself more than a door to the nose, he had a heart. For those he didn't know and didn't have to know. He went to open his mouth to tell Ethan and Amune this, but they too would probably call him a liar like that wretch Dimuran.

He picked up his pace, slightly and didn't really pay much attention to who was really watching, actions spoke louder than words. Gently, he placed a hand at the base of Ethan's neck, pushed some of his restored magic into the "leader" and drained more of his hangover out of  his system. He didn't wait for them to say anything, he moved off to the side and headed back to the inn. He needed to make Seal Papers before they guessed his own nasty secret.

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Geo frowned down at Cecil, but decided to show he meant no harm in his questions, "I like flowers and sunny days as well. I like people, I like to hear stories and hear tales of their adventures. Don' look so scared Cecil, wasn' meanin' no 'arm by it... I know so lit'le aboucha and the others..." He shrugged, cleared his throat and turned his attention to the smith and Nymira. He went to help with the minecart but wasn't sure where or how Cecil, for as small as he was, would be of help. Waiting patiently, he turned towards Nymira as she asked her question.

"My bow is much like your cloak, M'Lady," Geoffrey didn't like accepting hand outs. "If it bothers ya so, let's strike a deal. I can get ya the branches and smaller lumber for the shafts, I supply those, you make da arrow heads, fix 'em to it. IF the little princess agrees to try usin' a bow to help to defend 'erself, I'll ask ya to make 'er one."

He wasn't sure the young girl would go for it, but he liked the little girl. She was full of life and energy. He liked her more because she wouldn't bow to Zander's prime and seemed to wonder about the world. It made him wish he had a little sister, that just meant being protective of her was where his want to teach her marksman... in this case markswomanship if she ever really needed it.

"She may not be a fighter," Geoffrey continued. "But the wee lass could use it. Get 'er mind off the travels, teach 'er a bit o'focus, ya know?"