The smithy rolled his eyes a bit as he accepted the Lien in poorly repressed disapproval. Nonetheless, he meticulously placed the money in his register, crouching to access his inventory, rising a moment later with a small case with an appropriate amount of material for what had been spent.
	"[color=9e0b0f]There ya go kid,[/color]" Maroon replied as he slid the box forward, cocking an eyebrow for a second, "[color=9e0b0f]You okay kid?[/color]"
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	The expression in her eyes shifted, although with most of her face covered, it was hard to tell. The green orbs then darted back and forth, as though considering something. A steady hand held the crystal close to the wound. Her Aura flared, causing the crystal to give off heat, causing the flesh to begin to burn slightly, while also cooking off any bacteria on the surface of the wound. Without so much as another word, she produced a silvery needle between her fingers, which she then expertly slipped into a bundle of nerves, redirecting the pain for a moment. With that done, she lead the spool of wire and the needles through the wound, piercing small holes, and using the wire to pull the wound closed. It wasn't perfect, but it wouldn't let the wound tear open. However, not much could be done to stop any bleeding from excess movement, short of heavy cauterization, which she may as well attempt. Removing the needles, and pulling the wires tight, she caused them to snap by momentarily raising her scarf and clenching the excess in her teeth, breaking the lines near his skin. Now, with the Burn Crystal, she began to apply more heat, which she also used to sterilize her needles. It had all gone well, for the most part. However, as she was finishing up, the Dust Crystal cracked, at which point, she let out a disappointed gasp, and the heat ceased. The woman returned her accoutrements to her various bags and pockets, then walked away as silently as she worked.
	"[color=00aeef]He owes me,[/color]" she whispered to herself as she stepped back in to the smithy's grounds, not with a tone of malice, but fairness- he did use the better part of a Burn crystal on him.
	With a slight huff, she sat herself on a bench within the smith yard, giving herself a decent view of the street and the inside of the shop, leaving her visible to those near the counter as well. Tilting back her head, she pulled down her scarf, removing a bottle from her waist and taking a deep drink from it.