In the time that it took Yvah to finish the frothy liquid, Araerys had replaced the hand on her wound and had made quick gestures with her free one, casting the healing spell on herself and immediately feeling its effects. Her attention was much sharper and the discomfort had completely gone, and she was rolling back her shoulders in a stretch as the hiccup drew the half-elf's attention back to the feline. It elicited an amused chuckle from the woman as she placed a hand on Yvah's forearm and repeated the spell, assuming she was in need of the help, as well. Then, remembering her words to the elf, she motioned for Ceria to reach out an arm, which Araerys took and employed the healing spell once more. When she was finished, she leaned over the counter and took the keys from the barkeep with a grateful nod.

"A warm thank you, sir. And let's see... Another round for[b] Fuzzball[/b] over here," she said, jokingly taking a glance at Yvah from the corner of her eyes. The nickname was probably something kept between the two, but Araerys felt at ease playing with the girl. Then, nodding towards the paladin to indicate: "And a mug for this fella and myself, if you please." She took a gold piece from her belt purse and laid it out on the counter before turning to offer up the keys of the rooms to whoever wanted to take them. Some might have thought she was being overly familiar with the group much too soon, but that was just the way she was. Most of them still hadn't introduced themselves, and probably still didn't know her name, but Ary wasn't going to be shy after sharing a near-death experience with the lot. "Here," she announced to the rest of their company, turning her body sideways and holding out the keys with their tags in the palm of her hand. They were free to be taken by whomever. "I'm sure you'd all like some much needed rest... Thank you, once again."

Once the keys were freed from her possession, she turned back to find that Racchus was quick to provide them with the mugs, and after lifting her own in a sincere salute to the two beside her, she downed the ale with the ease of the tiefling himself. It was obvious she wasn't a stranger to the stuff, and it's warmth comforted her as she slid off the barstool and made to follow the group up to the rooms. Curious as she was about the rest of them, she figured she might as well recover tonight under a paid-for roof while she could. But she kept to the feline's company for good measure.

[hider=Bread rolls]Ary uses Cure Wounds on herself ([url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/3156]11[/url]), Yvah ([url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/3157]11[/url]), and Ceria ([url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/3158]6[/url]).[/hider]

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