Other healers? Sid looked up, suddenly far more interested. The idea of meeting other-world healers. To compare notes and techniques. Blend their resources. To be able to speak with them and take home her knowledge...
Sid blinked as Narda explained there were supplies in a nearby tent, Sid straightened, smiling kindly to the woman who had let her inspect her neck. 

The strange way the two interacted, especially when speaking about Ruli and their investigations. "Yes," Sid grinned. "I knew. At least, I did. Then Ysaryn appeared beside me and yanked me out of a practical course." So, frankly, without Myka informing her that Ruli was somewhere, likewise offering assistance, Sid would have assumed the others could be anywhere. 

She only shrugged, looking back over the other patients as the two discussed their immediate plans. As Narda slipped out, Sid waved a hand in farewell, not quite sure of the appropriate goodbyes or sayings here. Then her eyes cause Myka's beaming grin, and Sid smirked. "I'm no stranger to magical burns." She admitted, following Myka out. "We had a resident of sorts who burnt another with her magic. Ruli, actually. Though," She glanced sideways to Myka. "I'm not sure that's something he wants shared. Private as he is. So maybe only bring that up if he does."

Guilty, Sid followed Myka into the tent, to the other healers. Introductions were made, Sid nodding along as names were given. Hoping she didn't look as excited as she felt internally, she logged their names away. With a final grin to Myka that shamelessly betrayed her eagerness, Sid approached the others to discuss what she knew, and how to best help.

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Ysaryn listened to them speak, silent and patient, the same calculating glint in her eye. When they were decided, and Kire ready, Ysaryn looked back to Gavin. "Remain in here. Look into Envy's chamber, for scribe things? But do not leave caves." Leering firmly at him, she took Kire's hand and they two women disappeared. 

Her countenance fell once they were within the castle foyer. Her shoulders slumping slightly, the crack in her facade that betrayed how unhappy she was with the current situation. "[i]Keep Rulitus in Amria, Kirai.[/i]" Ysaryn said warningly as she marched along the corridor to the Princess's chamber. "[i]How, I do not care. Chain him. Bed him. But do not allow him to come home. He will be harmed by his own decision.[/i]"

Without allowing Kire a moment to respond, she pounded on the door and opened it, greeted by a squawk as Risa jumped. The woman had been on the ground, Ysaryn's eyes caught as Risa scrambled to her feet. Praying. Stretching. She cared little for why. "You don't just barge in here like some ... savage!" Risa demanded, wrapping her arms around her frame. 
Ysaryn stopped a few steps within the door and twitched her head. An ambiguous movement that could have been a nod in apology, an impolite bow, or a challenge. "Emp-eress Kirai." She gestured to the blonde who accompanied her. 
Risa's attention was delayed by the weapons on Ysaryn's person, the look in the elf's eyes. "Right, right, for the priestesses." Risa said with an indifferent glance to Kire before her eyes went back to Ysaryn. "Has something happened? I've a right to know."
Ysaryn's wolfish grin made a reappearance, and the elf turned to look at Kire, instead. "You know a way out. Heed the words." She warned again before she marched back out, leaving Kire and Risa alone. 

Looking incredibly annoyed that she'd not only been ignored, but was clearly missing something, Risa's muddy eyes zeroed in on Kire. Then to the statuette she held. "I see you at least come prepared. Where did you find that?"