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Maeve looked at Neev with a piercing glare as she heard the healer's words. Even though Maeve understood and agreed with her words, her own safety and we'll bring were still important.

[color=6ecff6]"I do understand what you are saying but answer me one simple question... Who will heal the healer if it falls sick? We are not on Tundral nor amongst other Isoli, trained healing mages should be quite rare around these parts."[/color] Maeve said, with a serious tone as she further reinforced her previous words, that Neev should rest.

Upon hearing Neev saying that she would try to rest, Maeve instantly turned her piercing glare to a smile, nodding when she said she would be counting on Maeve.

[color=6ecff6]"Your dedication to your work is admirable. You have my respect. I will do my best to assist you."[/color] Maeve said with a nod as she carefully followed Neev's instructions while healing Allard.

What was more impressive about Allard was that even though he was exhausted and his own body was replete with so many scars that it was a miracle that he was still alive, but he still had strength to speak when he heard Maeve's words about somewhere for her to sleep.

[color=6ecff6]"Oh, are you sure? I am grateful, it will do nicely. The bed is surprisingly comfortable too. I really wasn't expecting something that comfortable outside Tundral.[/color]" Maeve said, wondering if it was ok for her to stay at Allard's inn even though he wasn't there.

[color=6ecff6]"Oh, I do understand you. The trip from Tundral to here wasn't exactly short either. Although... Having some exercise after spending a lot of time traveling by horse was... Refreshing, despite the lack of skills from my opponents, of course." [/color]Maeve said after she heard Sev's comment both agreeing with her and stating that he didn't exactly have a short trip to get here.

[color=6ecff6]"You're... Awfully forward, aren't you, Sev? Quite the bold words for someone who left a lady to defend a wounded man and fight off some bandits by herself.[/color]" Maeve added with a chu kke as she noticed Sev's wink towards her and his remark about a good company.

It was then that Sahale once more spoke, his charming and almost melodic words resounding as he explained briefly that a few Isoli had indeed disappeared from Midril before he mentioned Maeve's last name, knowing even that she was in fact a member of the high nobility. Every time she heard that man speaking, she only had more questions about him. Despite all the mystery surrounding him, he was still an interesting man that had quite a silver tongue.

When Maeve was helping Neev to heal a man that had some quite nasty wounds, Maeve continued to hear her instructions. The woman besides the man tried to comfort him with tears in her eyes, but the most interesting thing about that was the wounded man's eyes and his hair color... Maeve didn't knew much about them other than the stories and tales but she had studied about a certain race with those same particularities... It was a Grusk. While Maeve didn't show much reaction, it was clear that she was a bit wary of the wounded man. It was the first time she saw a Grusk with her own eyes.