Elva had a smile on her face, though her gaze watched Lyta carefully. Now and then she and Nada would speak in hushed Taakalon, while Daryll, after the talking-to Narda had given him, decided to stay some paces away, trying to curb his excitement. It was clear the poor girl had gone through a lot, and that she would be fearful of new situations. The healers, thankfully, had seen similar cases, and Elva especially was no stranger to difficult patients. She did listen curiously as Ysaryn got Lyta to be more cooperative by telling her own story. Narda, too, listened, though she had heard bits and pieces of it already from Kire before. Seeing as the elf was the most calming presence for Lyta, Elva let her soothe the woman without interruption from her, until she let the healers touch her foot. “We’ll give you warmer clothes to wear,” Elva said when Ysaryn stepped away to join the other two. “And when you feel a bit rested, you can have some soup, settle your stomach. I trust you have not been this far North of Amria? Then you’ll have a little tour.” “Hm? Oh,” Daryll snapped his attention back to Ysaryn. “I am curious about the town as well, but I would like to see what’s happened back at the camp with Kire first. I feel I may need to consult with the other sorcerers about the phenomenon with Lyta and the town.” “As much as I would like to stay and reassure the young woman, I will be next to useless when it comes to her magic,” Narda said, glancing at Lyta briefly before turning back to them. “And I can’t rest easy until we’ve ascertained the source of that lethargy back in town.” Narda paused, thinking something over. “The others might be helpful with the situation, but being around the Empress of Amria and being studied by her sorcerers might overwhelm the poor thing. I wonder if, perhaps, the company of the [i]Wenches[/i] might suit her. They might be rough and tough, but they know how to ease a battered woman out of her shell, having been in similar situations before. What do you think?” she said, asking Ysaryn.