Sable caught on to the 'dear, brother' routine just as quickly as the other did. He silently nodded before turning around on his horse and riding back to the camp, though this did not stop him from sneaking some glances at the healer. He hadn't let on how much he actually knew about her from his informants, but she wasn't much like anyone he had met before. Healing any who could be saved with little to nothing as compensation, she sustained herself in her home... alone. Rumors said she was a strange witch who was trying to attain a peaceful afterlife from the gods by doing good deeds but witches were supposed to be hideous creatures scarred by the gods. Whatever she may be, she had caught Sable's eye... there had to be something else, no one is EVER that clean. He had considered many times going out himself to spy on the healer but he wouldn't risk alerting her with the rattling of his armor. Though having seen her he is wondering if he had were wrong to have waited so long to finally see this woman.