[i]What am I doing in a chapel? Where can I get food? Who is this dwarf? Where is Georges? Cassius? Dmitri? Do I... know anyone that died last night? [/i]

Mind raced as body sat stock still, rigid as a plank. When the dwarf came in, Monika smiled and folded her arms. She wanted to be nice, but was terrified of so many things at once. It certainly didn't help that she'd never seen a dwarf before, and had no idea how to talk to them.

"I'm sorry, you probably know healing better than I do. It's nothing special, do whatever you can," she said quickly. She shifted on her box and looked down at the floor.